There is no one to come home to
When life changes
There is no sense of home
When the future seems uncertain
There is no one to hold me
When I feel uncertain
All my uncried tears are still wet
For you, my uncertain future
My tears remain uncried
My future is still uncried
And I have no one to hold me
There is no one to come home to
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
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