Something like home
I was running away from my faith,
too scared to walk straight.
I couldn´t stand what people take me for,
always took the open door.
Then I heard words creeping
through my ears,
rushing through my body
into my soul,
creating something like home.
Everything I was running away from,
I am now running to.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/26/2014.