Like dust in a whirl wind
My folks lasted I know
Snatched to the unknown
Placed far away and beyond
Gone to complete some strange will
Mic's too quiet so the world won't know
Know of a choice I made in my so called corner
Sipping salty gulps of my overflowing tears
A choice to accept the unknown I was told about
Where my folks have gone, perhaps soon I will know
So like dust in a sand storm today
I shake off gently the pain of buried days
So the sun may shine upon a smile I harbour
A smile I clung to in that storm of tears I shed
Free! Yes, free to be a testimony for you today
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