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Life offers no comfort, to the ones who came back lost

Those whose minds, were taken, but really, at what cost

Trying to find the place, where last they knew their names

In a country that misunderstands, and never takes the blame

Locked inside, their restless souls, unable to assimilate

Homeless, lying in the street, oblivious to their fate

The drug of choice, so many, as they try to ease the pain

I pray to God, that someday, they’ll come back home, again

Smiling, gladly welcomed, by those they left behind

No longer in that empty space, that lingers, in their mind



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