Dawn to Dusk, dusk to dawn,
I sail the high seas, soar the high skies,
Searcing high and low as the time flies,
My bones grow weary, my heart turns cold,
I know not what I search, but my calm in the storm,
A siren calls from afar, like a homing beacon,
Evading memories return, warming my soul,
There she is calling....waiting....
As I find my way back,
For she is, a place I call Home.....
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