Take me home…
Where the river runs slow
where the fire still glows
and the night don’t feel so cold
Take me home…
Where the silence is kind
where I can rest my mind
from the weight this world defines
.
Take me home…
With your arms around me
with your smile to guide me
I don’t need the bottle, I don’t need the smoke
Just your love is all I know
Take me home…
.
Take me home…
To the place I belong
where my soul feels strong
where every wrong turns into song
Take me home…
Through the dark and the fight
through the endless night
’til the dawn brings back the light
.
Take me home…
With your arms around me
with your smile to guide me
I don’t need the bottle, I don’t need the smoke
Just your love is all I know
Take me home…
AIKA
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when you write about arms around you and someone to take you home, are you writing about a person you know or someone you wish could be there?
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the exhaustion of being lost and just needing someone to find you. i recognised that. people say it so many different ways but mean this same thing.
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this feels urgent and personal, like you're asking someone real. is there a response to this somewhere?
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why do the bottle and smoke matter so much here? what are they instead of, what do they take from you?
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the river, the fire, the darkness. those are the things staying with me from this.
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i'm writing down the part about the silence being kind. that line is going in my book.
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is there a longer version of this, or does it sit complete like it is right here?
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the 'take me home' part repeating, and the arms around you at the end... i feel that so much
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