Song of the Exile
A missing place
Within my heart
One I cannot escape
It tortures my soul
I am not whole
No comfort shall I take
I look back on my homeland
Abounding with memory and happiness
What happened to it all?
How did it come to this O’Lord?
When did I so tragically fall?
When I see my dwelling
All the memories of old
I no longer see the beauties of life
I see anger and sadness
My own grief and pain
Now that my time there is through
The old happiness I cannot feign
A dream it may seem
To be out on your own
But once the realization comes to pass
Your ambitions never shone
My whole life spent in dreams
Not that they are vain
Now all I want to do is turn back
And escape this onrushing pain
Exile
The word strikes up the curiosities of hearts
To dream of exile, free of many things
But those who have gone through it
Will give up so much to alter what it brings
To come back to the world they once loved.
To cherish and believe once more
To love the land I had once known
And thrive not in the darkness of the mourning dove
Exile
The word no common man really knows
The description we all long to possess
Exile
The fountain of regrets
(I'm looking for suggestions, criticism and a way to make this shorter without lessening the depth of the message. thank you)
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