Exiles Of Love

Exiles Of Love

By Paul McCann

An appetite for justice has overkilled today

and I think about the mission so many miles away .

Where bellies filled with hunger turn over again and again

And in every empty space  there’s a face without a name .

They call them refugees  with a semi conscious smile

Escaping situations , aren’t we all exiles

Exiles of love we never knew ,

exiles of it all until we come home to You .

Its acommon thing we share in the shape of skin and bone

We suffer every circumstance and stand up on our own .

Guilty or innocent tell me , who is to blame   ,

In all of the madness there’s another face without a name .

They call them refugees  with a semi conscious smile

Escaping situations , aren’t we all exiles

Exiles of love we never knew ,

exiles of it all until we come home to You .

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