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Sep 2015
Running through the acres

Chasing dreams

Searching for the ransom
of this long
lost me
Id die to find.

Took myself for granted
and now
here I stand.
Sold my soul for "sustenance",
The kind I never had.

My brother told me
"Boy, how did you get so tall?
I've seen those devils licking
at your heels,

I'm surprised you walk it off.

(B-but I'm trying,) I try!
Working oh so hard
But I never make excuses
For the things I've done.
Never ran away, I never run.

Why should I
have to cover my face?

Sins that my father bore
don't ride my back

or haunt this place.

I long for the solace
of the evergreen.

Reminisce
of innocence lost.
Where law don't live
and "wild" means "free".

I are who I am
cause all the places I've been.
I are who I am,
*I wouldn't give it *
for the world.
Lane Bohman
Written by
Lane Bohman  St.Cloud
(St.Cloud)   
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       Hawa, --- and NV
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