A Place To Call Home

  (The Place I'll Return Someday)

  Time...

  It passes unconcerned as people live

  Dreaming of Mercy

  In a world of Anxiety,

  Uncertainty and Sorrow

  At times

  All their hands were clasped in friendship

  At times

  With their lifted arms

  All their colors bled into one

  In a world of thick Mist

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  Those men who truly die

  From a war that must be won

  Are nowhere to be seen

  In a world of blank books

  The sons of silent age were born

  Crying for Mercy

  In their Mother's arm

  Within Time

  They will soon learn

  How to live

  With pale shelter

  Within Time

  They will soon understand

  How to deal

  With the empty stares

  Because they already knew

  From the start of the first page

  Father won't be home

  Father ain't the same

  Until the end of the last paragraph

  Those were the days

  Lived by the infant

  Those were the times

  They were also seeking something

  Inside their thoughts kept from everyone

  To relief such heartache

  To seek all the answers

  To believe in themselves

  A goal, a dream to be materialized

  In a shape of a Dragon...

  の三日月の下で

  Under The Crescent Moon

  Book One: The Hurting

  A character study

  by Janet K. Wallace