The yearning of past affection
The lie that things were better when
The old song that strike a chord of misplaced memories
Lost loves are not a lost at all
The things that fade away, replaced with love everlasting
The comfort of my four walls
Pride, control, idolatry and murdering emotions
Nostalgia I rebuke you
Your arrows flight shielded by my faith
It is not better there. My place is here
Under the wings of my King
Shadowed by his grace and Love
Slave once to my desires I have given
Now a son, friend, orphaned where I live in
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