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Aug 2016
The wind gives chase to my wandering soul
As I walk along the gaping cliff edge
Lights from neighbouring kingdoms
Bring me perilously close to the ledge
I see stars twinkle in a black curtain sky
Reminding me of home
Alone and afraid of the world
I'm nomadic and forced to roam
When will I settle
Can I begin to ever live again
God please **** out my darkness
Turn me away from a creeping insane
Shoeless on the wet grass
A heavy heart holding me up
Village life has made me sheltered
Scraping around like a wounded pup
The moon kisses the sea
What a pleasant sight to behold
Crashing waves steal the air
A pleasure worthy of gold
Must I endure such fatigue
My bones are rattling but why
Praying to god seems futile
I say goodnight now to the hypnotic sky
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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