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Been dying inside,
For so long,
This feeling of needing to hide,
Is so strong.

I kept running away,
From where I needed to be.
When I needed to stay,
Where you were right there for me.

You keep calling me home,
Like a prodigal child,
I keep wanting to roam,
But your love keeps me from going wild.

My smiles hide the pain,
Of a whole lot of years,
I go out in the rain,
Where no one can see my tears.

I still want to run,
But you keep pulling me back,
Feels like I’m under the gun,
Always under some attack.

You keep calling me home,
Like a prodigal child,
I keep wanting to roam,
But your love keeps me from going wild.

Your love keeps calling me home,
Home.
Your love keeps calling me home.
Everywhere I go,
Your love keeps calling, calling me home.

©Copyright 2019 Myc Blackie Productions All Rights Reserved

By macwriter

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