There is a place that I call home

Because I need somewhere to roam

If it weren’t for the things you said

I’d just go back to my bed

But I am standing in the darkness

With my shadow on the ground

The moon is shining

I am crying

Oh please god help me find my home

The dead are silent

I am moaning

I can’t believe the other groaning

Slimy tree trunks

Long wrapped leaves

Pulling tighter

I want to leave


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