Monday, May 10, 2004

Nostalgia

Things weren’t used to be
Faces come and go
Looking for familiarity
Yet finding none
Seeking comfort
Whom to confide indeed
Hectically rushing daily
Longing for rest
Belonging I yield
In You I pour
Every swelling yearning
Faithfully trusting
Though things swirl around me
Forever changing
Yet I know You don’t
Coz home is in sight…

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