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My Own

I once wandered a lonely road, my face so low
Thinking I would never have, what I once had
Until one day, you were there
All that I had searched for, a safe place
Built to fill with the freedom to love, my own
And so,
I called you,
Home

My Own

I once wandered a lonely road, my face so low
Thinking I would never have, what I once had
Until one day, you were there
All that I had searched for, a safe place
Built to fill with the freedom to love, my own
And so,
I called you,
Home

Misty Morgan, 34

Seattle / Everett

 
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