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Torn From Home

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It all started with a tear,

A cry, a laugh, a smile.

A dance in the summer fields.

Falling for the lust of heartache

Weakened at the sight of beauty,

Growing to love another.

For each pounding beat,

Shone a light, greater than all else.

A sense of faith and proude

A sanctity, a devotion.

A place to call our home.

The mount of evil,

Casting the shadow of darkness.

Murderous invasions,

Housing heartbreak and fear

A pure air was no more,

Fighting to the edge.

I loved. I lost.

I won't stop until we're free.

It all ended with a tear,

A cry.

No place to call home.

© 2021 by Katie Power on behalf of The Parkes Institute

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