:::Come Home:::
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A heavy rhyme
With a steady beat.
The heart burns
For this one word.
The sound of grace
The sound of love.
Beat slowly
But stay seated.
The heart is a big maze
Hard to control.
Every little thing enters its doors
Evil, good, light, hope.
The heart burns for a single word
But our world fades.
Flame bursts inside
A steady beat starts to die.
The heart burns
And no one answers.
Darkness all around
Till you turn to look.
You see a light
It is God you see.
Your heart stops.
The words have been spoken
And your heart is at rest.
Those words are simply
“Come home.”