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It was a bitter, cold wind
The kind that steals the
life from your soul
And once it is taken
You will never again be whole.
In the quest for answers
In this world gone astray
It's easy to become lost
And to lose your way.
The tighter you hold on
The more you feel your losing
control
Then comes the day you awaken
At the bottom of a hole.
You try to fight back
But you feel mired
And the life for which you
strive
Is not what you have or desired.
So you continue to travel
Aimlessly you roam
Never settling down
Never calling anyplace home.
(c)2008 T.LaFountain
