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Torn From Home

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It all started with a tear,

A cry, a laugh, a smile.

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A dance in the summer fields.

Falling for the lust of heartache

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Weakened at the sight of beauty,

Growing to love another.

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For each pounding beat,

Shone a light, greater than all else.

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A sense of faith and proude

A sanctity, a devotion.

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A place to call our home.

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The mount of evil,

Casting the shadow of darkness.

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Murderous invasions,

Housing heartbreak and fear

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A pure air was no more,

Fighting to the edge.

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I loved. I lost.

I won't stop until we're free.

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It all ended with a tear,

A cry.

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No place to call home.

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