Carry Me Home

I cannot stand the cold
That rattles my blood to fold
Puddles of empty hope
Where my naked feet wanders
Carry me home giant woe
For I stood long enough
In the land that has become a foe
To my dreams, they soar not
As your calamity left me apterous
Carry me home giant woe
Beyond the mountain horizion
Where the moors knit faith
Into the dry warm lands, only then
My hope will lie in your hands

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