F. Jason Whitaker Writer

The sun is high In the sky Days like these Keep reminding me I've been places Outside of these walls And someday soon I'll be moving on To a new home After leaving home Weeks ago.

Early morning sun flowing over the mountain there as I remember The things I've lost And it's so much pain. I wish I could live Just one day Forever I'd live That day with you again.

I'm just lonely looking for love Have these moments of clarity, I miss my home and spending time With her. She's gone but I remember So many times We spent together.

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I hear your voice  But I'll never hear Your voice again. I wish MW Were in the ground  Instead of you It's you I need Not an enemy Stealing everything From me.

I'm in this place  A space that can never replace The place I called home. I'm falling through this space It's a race to find A new space to Call home.