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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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