The snow crunches under my feet
The wind blows through the trees
The peace that surrounds me
Is of the place I used to call my own
I find a peace at last
That comes with going home
To the place I learned to love
The soil where I learned to live
Here I am sitting at night in the snow
Under the stars laying on the twigs
Wondering when the peace said Goodbye
Hoping against hope it will find me once again
Because what it comes down to
Is that I was a person
You never really knew
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