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I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.

Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...

Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.

I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still does my faith keep my questions at bay.

I can feel the memories burning through,
searing out, the pitiful thoughts to ensue,
the ravaging fear, and sudden fits I never knew.
But my mind is but a prison that reminders bring me to.

Languid I am,
the man of few words here and now...
Still in love, and to my shepard a lamb...
yet still a shell of myself, as the suffering I disavow.

For my love, I wear the optimistic smile,
and to my future I shall make the attempt,
As my return shall be in the while,
and I pray that all I love are contempt.

I left my soul back home,
way back where I once did roam.
I left my soul back home,
with the peace I called my own.