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Mar 2012
Would it matter if I told you we were really lost?
What if I said finding the way home comes with a great cost?
It won't be easy to return, there's a lot to learn
The path isn't clear
But the voice that leads is there.
We'll use our ears, our eyes and mind.
We'll hear and pray and find the way.
Not on our own
but in time, we'll shine,
let's move along
to the end of this line.
amatuer
Written by
AJP
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