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i want to write...

but i've been rendered speechless.









and i'm not sure that it's a bad thing.














.

where i belong

feeling like a refugee

this air feels strange to me

take a deep breath and close my eyes

one last time

until i die i'll sing these songs
still looking for a home in a world where i belong

this body's not my own
this world is not my own

until i die i'll sing these songs on the shores of babylon
still looking for a home in a world where i belong

where the weak are finally strong
where the righteous right the wrongs
still looking for a home in a world where i belong

the little things/where i belong.

i think i've begun to lose sight of where i belong.
what i belong to,
who i am.

the craziness of this life has gotten to me.
but He's giving me rest.
much needed rest...
and it's bringing me back.

the little things.