Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Letters Home

Someday somebody will read what I've written,
until that day it seems I write just for me.
One day my voice will ring out to the people,
the Pied Piper's call and the ache to be free.
The words drum a beat that echoes my heart song,
The melody urges me on to the end,
I wouldn't protest the arduous journey
if only I had claim to someone, a friend. 

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