Take my ageing soul back home
Listen to my mother's lengthy tales
Of loneliness and raining tears
And against hope she stood for God
Stories i know sound new today
Go on and on
Remind my soul.
If i forget will you forgive
My visions blind my memories
Foreign candles melt on my flesh
And modern wax polish my skin
Your stories are a compass to my soul
Can i forget?
Can you forgive?
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