Broken Home

Shallow eyes are all I see
Where are you?
Come to me
I am not the one in hiding,
and I will save you from thieves and liars
C'mon, let us start ourselves a fire! of fury
I am pained by my enemy, kin
There is no one here,
and this will last, I fear
I am so tired of being alone
Take my hand, and please
give me not a broken home

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