I'm coming, I'm coming home,
to quietly and silently roam.
Revisit the life, revisit the grave,
I left because I wasn't brave.
I lost you on one confusing day.
Years it took to know what to say.
I'm coming, coming to be in you view,
it's important I say the words to you.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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