The Cadence Goes On...
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Refugee Soul
I am a refugee camping in
the sanctuary of your endless love.
I am a refugee spoilt a ton,
Undesirous of the outside, unwilling to leave.
I am a refugee; I have to be one
Lest I become a hostage, and lose my reprieve.
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