On My Way Home

The once-blooming red roses on your grave are starting to wilt

The gossamer petals slowly sifting away, along with my guilt

I wipe my tears and cease my painful cries

Because now is the time for me to finally say goodbye

And as you spread your celestial wings, break free, and fly

I too, shall remove my chains and shackles, and really try

To walk the right and lighted path, and even though I’m alone

Perhaps this time, maybe…I’ll finally make it home.


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