Nick Dobson

22/7/1967
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Stranger on Home Ground

Untouched by pride, you've never seen God.
I can see the appeal, so sweet in your eyes.
I could never judge you, for all my sins.

I'm standing now, a smile half-turned on my face
As I look away, towards the sun, cool laughter burns me.

Diamond bright, your smile cuts through my fog
I'm returning to the fold, but as a stranger

I'm calling out for mercy, though it's never there
But in my heart I want what I can't have.
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