Rebirth (1994r) Poem by Patrick Wescott
Rebirth (1994r)
The hour of my return is at hand.
Time to end my exile,
and return for judgement.
I fled here for safety,
to end my death.
To start a new life
to find me a wife.
But dreams turned to ashes,
a bitter taste in my mouth.
I've realised I was wrong,
this is not my path.
Not here,
Not now.
I want to return
to golden years,
and crimson tears.
I want to be real.
It is time for my rebirth.
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