Bring me Home in the morning
When I can't go further.
Bring my mother with her learnings,
My dad from the field,
Sister, who has healed.
Bring me Home as I'm dying;
I will bid you goodbye
Bring me Home, without cold sighing.
Your forgiveness, first,
Grant to my soul's thirst.
Bring me Home, though I'll never
Deserve the care you give.
Bring my sins so you can sever
Them from your heart's tome-
Brother, bring me Home.
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