Send Me Home

Through the cold rays I’m tired of running
though the sun shines clear through cloud.
Over valleys which on bright days are stunning
in the darkness are shaded in doubt.
Send me home into the fires
which surround my koshered crypt.
Carry me home over These Waters
until the ground parts from Evil’s grip.

Spring has come with few sights of snow
and golden daffodils are quickly budding
over valleys walked high and low.
And this varmint that I’m becoming
is going home.

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