"Ethnic Cleanse"

There is no correction
For my disconnection
As to what has occured
My vision is blurred
Too many tears to express my fears
Part of my world has ended
~
I am able to cope
As I cling to a hope
That part of me is found
As I wander the land
Too weak to demand
I am sick with illness at my loss
~
The tears choke me inside
I feel as if part of me has died
To the utter sickness of dread
Inside I am truly dead
Loves of my life where have you gone
Do you not hear your mothers song
It is for you I cry my tears
Come home to quench my fears
You have been gone too long
~
I will not give up hope to find
It will forever be in my mind
That you are always close to my heart
It will be impossible for me to depart
As much as it is my soul

~Moses~
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