Echoes of Home
Echoes of home are haunting me
It must be so but
Oh God, why me?
Like a stone thrown 'cross the water
My eyes across the crowd
How vain my hope sails on the day
Till nightfall drags it down
In hell the women scream in pain
That echoes down my hall again.
At night their voices waken me
And I clutch my heart, pray they'll leave.
"A TOAST TO THEE!" my host did shout
Tonight at dinner in this house
Yet now designs to murder me
And since I'm home
I cannot leave.
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