On my way to I see the sky burning
On my way from it has calmed down
The moon, the stars my beacons my guide
They lead me to a place without pain
Nor judgment a place to be me
A place with no need for guidance
Because it is at peace a refuge
To a cruel world a place with my bed
The place I want to call home
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