Far too long the cold blue shades are cast
Time’s river flows too fast
And second chances passed
Far too long tears flow like sorrows wine
Grapes die on the vine
And misery is mine
Far too long the winds of winter blow
Dreams frozen in the snow
Or buried long ago
Far too long, this cold and bitter fight
Drains me of my might
Lost in endless night
Far too long since laughter kissed my brow
Beside a hearth’s warm glow
But I see heaven now………
Home at last
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Janet Martin
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