Goin Home
I'm so tired of fighting this
An hour of sleep's so dear
The end will be a peaceful place
Maybe He'll hold me near
I cannot sleep, I don't know why
I awaken in a sweat
Wringing wet and exhausted
Still off to work I trek
Just keep me busy so I can't think
Of things now far away
They're gone now, all friends are dead
I see them everyday
Many faces, some in pain, others disbelief
Some were saved, some were not,
The reason for my grief
I should join them in their hour of solitude, despair
Why do I keep on doing this?
I should meet them there
Do I deserve this life I've wrought? ,
Was this in Gods great plan?
Thought about this long and hard
Look there's His outstretched hand
I know, your waiting for me to come home
And home is where I'll be
Jim 1993
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