Cry of spirit borne
Upon gentle windswept morn
Away from heart and hope
I wake up alone
And seek the solace I've known
Only to see you gone
And somewhere my soul
Unsettled and still unwhole,
Cries, in the distance
That has come between
Where you and I had once been
You no longer seen
Heart no longer felt
Senses no longer my own
You no longer home.
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