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Mar 2016
What makes sense anymore?
I can't find my way back home
I've been down that corridor
Been feeling afraid and alone

I look up to the heavens
The blanket of stars wink at me
I have wished for the end
But there's always hope I can see

Down this road of possible dreams
The sky is the limit
I seem to elevate above gravity
And make what's not a reality

There is a beckoning calling from amongst the wind
The old will pass away and the new will begin

Watch my life unfold
Watch it take form
Being afraid
And having loneliness
They both fade
And I'm no longer torn
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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