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I’m Going Home,

for Katrina, these few years past

I’m Going Home

Dust on the windshield
Tears in my eyes,
I’m going home
Where my family lies.
Beyond the mountain
In the river bend,
I’m going home.

I’m Going Home,

for Katrina, these few years past

I’m Going Home

Dust on the windshield
Tears in my eyes,
I’m going home
Where my family lies.
Beyond the mountain
In the river bend,
I’m going home.

Candace Bullard, 60

Seattle / South Bend, IN

 
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