Earth Is Not My Home

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I have a name but it doesn't confine.
I have some battles but it doesn't define.
My soul bounds to depths of my Creator's design.
Where He commanded stars and the moon where they align.
These last fleeting moments will either break or refine.
My mind knows the needs but it is my heart that will decline.
My being cannot accept a decision where those two won't intertwine.
They must approve of each other and then my actions they will assign.
May any failures be diminished by my future bloodline.
May they carry on love is the most important guideline.
And may the heavens rain down to the earth where they'll combine.
And I'll return with the wind to my home, so divine.

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