A Song To Home

A Somewhat Short Song

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Sleep deer child on a frozen night,
Cold and wind you will freeze on my,
Arms I warm you with all my heart,
I see darkness coming by.

In a cold deserted street,
Lays my child lonely and hungry,
My sweet song shall make your way,
To find the home who awaits your fate.

Slowly you get up and rise,
Travelling in the midst of dark,
But you ward them off with your,
Light which strongly stays abide.

Red eyes flash with razor teeth,
Stalks my oblivious dear child,
I stood helpless hoping that my,
Song shall heed my warning cry.

Predator meets their young prey,
Helpless as he fleas away,
Your light finds their way once more,
As burn its predators abroad.

Once more dear child you trudge on,
Weak, cold, tired, risk of death,
Yet the strength of the sweet song shall,
Push you onwards to your home.

Weak and feeling exhaustion,
You finally find that one true light,
You pull that last strength so you'd hold,
As my arms bring warmth not cold.

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Dedicated to RiceItsSelf to remind us to always push yourself and seek home.

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Gah I need to catch up! (That's all I could say).