Come home;
I miss you so.
You’ve wandered long,
You’ve wandered far.
You’re weary now.
Your fevered brow
Has far too long
The sorrow born.
You need to rest,
To find your best.
To find your peace,
To end your quest.
Lay weary head
Upon My breast.
All things must pass;
Come home at last.
clarakatalin 
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