Father, as I lay in bed this night
I fear tomorrow, no longer willed to fight.
All I ask is that you take me to you
Where tears are not shed and love is true.
Take me home by way of broken heart,
For it’s been breaking from the start.
You know my love is not so feign;
Please release me from this searing pain.
Only you are listening to my personal cries
Because you care to look with loving eyes.
Please…take me home by way of broken heart,
For it’s been breaking from the start.














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i do however absolutly love the picture and the question it begs: is this a beautiful sunrise, or one final farewell sunset?
For it’s been breaking from the start is great in that it doesn't feel like repetition ... it's a memory by the time it's met again and it lingers ... reinforcing it.
I really like the lilt of this poem. The rhythm is so natural, and yet it lends itself to the wistful feeling of the vocabulary used.
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
~ Dylan Thomas
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~The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?~ Dead Poet's Society
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