This new face
My familiar quiet place
A return to a home that was never my home
This world is not my home
But as the world leaves me banished in it
I wander

But I wander, still looking up.

"Don't forget Me... I have not forgotten you"

With all the dark, He still recognizes me
Still, He points His finger
In a desolate place, who else is left.

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