There are days when I don't know where I am.
When I charge ahead, heedless of others and their needs.
There are days when I don't know where I am.
When I wander thru the fog, seeking comfort or direction.
There are days when I don't know where I am.
Nor do I really care to know; I just want to heal the hurt I see.
There are days when I don't know where I am.
I laugh and I cry, never sure of my place or my role in life.
There are days.
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