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My Wandering Feet

Here in the darkness I sit and wait

For signs of hope and changing fate

So lost and broken as I wander alone

In these pits of life that are masked with gold Though my feet know the truth of where they can go Their angry cries tell my heart no

The world has tricked them with glittering maps And told them lies of retraceable paths

As I yell out around me “Give me help”

Only loud silence in my soul is felt

My trust is just as the dust on the ground

As I sit in this presence waiting for a sound

A sound of innocence and carefree joy

An escape from the room with the heavy, closed door But the people that enter and exit the room Seem so happy and tell me this isn’t my doom Why then do I seek for something more?

I know in my heart waves will cover this shore.

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