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fly me home
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Fly me home To pleasant moons Ruined grass Familiar Voices that quench the drum of my ears
Do not hinder me Lord There are children to be born Into a life with no monsters Tearless nights Into a restful sleep after a playful morning Where time does not conspire with misery
Take me, to the stillness of a kind embrace My grandfather’s scent A room filled with my cousin’s laughter
Where an honest prophet Tells me that bigotry is not religion Loathing is sin To people I have known to do Instead Of hovering on a well written speech A home land Where I am Neither submissive nor a whore A state of being
Friends with wide open doors Taking me in Laughter, luggage and broken dreams
Unlike the alleys I ran from Too many visions Yet nothing to be seen
Fly me Away from the salty oceans of my heart And the confusion of a mind That still believes in a kinder time
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