Blow gently through my memory
The things I loved the best.

My life is not my own no more
I wish that I could rest.

My purpose I no longer know
maybe my jobs done.

Could it be what I feared most
time has finally won.

I grieve for what I once was
I can’t believe the sorrow.

Oh if I could only wake
And be at home tomorrow.

The distant sound of my family’s voice
Is more than I can bare.

I am alone in this strange place
Don’t they even care?

Everyday nothing new
It always seems the same.

Is it any wonder
I do not know my name.

Another day another dawn
I wait for my release.

Only when I am with my loved ones
Will I finally be at peace.

I don’t need much, my time is short
I only want to visit.

A familiar face a loving voice
This isn’t to much to ask, is it?

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