The Writing South - Return

I can hear the groanings of the earth
Splitting at the seams, my insides do their worst
Amidst all the noise
Of fatherless sons losing innocence by choice

I'm at a loss of what to do
Blood stained ruins cry out for more abuse
But still no one wants to hear
Of a simple love that weaves its way thru tears

Won't you return, won't you return
Just turn to me, turn to me, yeah

Written by:
Brendan Cavanaugh

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