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alone
As each day passes, we move closer to home
As each night arrives, we see the true sky
Only black space, looking down with hands out
As each day passes, the hands seem clearer
My heart yearns for people in my past
But the night sky, is empty and cold
Alone with my thoughts, morning is coming
Will he look down and see my emptiness
Will I be taken to his side?
Will my doubts be forgiven?
My heart will be full
As each day’s passes I will be home
