Come on home

by Incognito   Jan 19, 2006


Lying on the bed waiting for my love,
Not to pick me up in lovers embrace
To shield me from worries of up above
Because my death too soon I'll have to face
And death made worse in this unholy place
So I call out for him to come on home
Still knowing that this task is mine alone.

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