East wind guide me home
I am scared of what I will do
When I am alone
East wind carry me away
I am too weak to stand
And I don't want to decay
My friend east wind
Sing me to sleep
My friend east wind
You have a promise to keep
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Loving the Pieces
PoetryInside lays a dying soul, broken beyond repair, learning how to love again, learning how to care.
