Chosen
CHOSEN: DREW LANCASTER
Never arose to a home
Only designated choices
Never woke to a friend
Only perpetual static in voices
The stairs creek awfully hollow
Ghostly feet making noises
Met them at the top to stop
Giving each single roses
Father, Mother, who dare read this
Stay glued you best keep frozen
I'm headed down to a place called home
One finally of my own......CHOSEN
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