A Place To Call Home
(The Place I'll Return Someday)
Time...
It passes unconcerned as people live
Dreaming of Mercy
In a world of Anxiety,
Uncertainty and Sorrow
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At times
All their hands were clasped in friendship
At times
With their lifted arms
All their colors bled into one
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In a world of thick Mist
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Those men who truly die
From a war that must be won
Are nowhere to be seen
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In a world of blank books
The sons of silent age were born
Crying for Mercy
In their Mother's arm
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Within Time
They will soon learn
How to live
With pale shelter
Within Time
They will soon understand
How to deal
With the empty stares
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Because they already knew
From the start of the first page
Father won't be home
Father ain't the same
Until the end of the last paragraph
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Those were the days
Lived by the infant
Those were the times
They were also seeking something
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Inside their thoughts kept from everyone
To relief such heartache
To seek all the answers
To believe in themselves
A goal, a dream to be materialized
In a shape of a Dragon...
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Under The Crescent Moon
Book One: The Hurting
A character study
by Janet K. Wallace