O Charleston I am called to you,
A daughter of your Grace.
To walk your streets forever,
A spirit of this holy place.
From Main Street down to Market,
I make my nightly roam.
Knowing in my ghostly heart,
Only here will I be home.
A woman bred of gentleness,
My soul lies in the Charleston breeze.
A snowy Magnolia bound in my hair,
Living a life of Southern ease.
I see the dogwoods in my dreams,
Open my eyes to the ocean’s waves.
My soul is there and ever loves
No matter where my body lays.
Charleston, love, I hear you….
I know you call my name.
Come back to me you whisper,
Come back to me and stay.
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Submission Name: Charleston
