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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    の三日月の下で


    Under The Crescent Moon


    Book One: The Hurting


    A character study


    by Janet K. Wallace