The shadows of home refuse to follow
Extending for your evanescent form
In light of night, the cries of the swallow
The whispering breeze, vacant and hollow
Whispers to my heart the upcoming storm
The shadows of home refuse to follow
No luster like the bow of Apollo
The light of night, so dark and uniform
In light of night, the cries of the swallow
No life in sight, and no cattalo.
This absence should not ever be the norm
The shadows of home refuse to follow
A speck of light in a world so shallow
No starlight she ever felt was this warm
In light of night, the cries of the swallow
This must end, the cold of your embargo
And now, into your arms I won’t conform
The shadows of home refuse to follow
In light of night, the cries of the swallow
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