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Mar 2010
Tired of all the wasted days
All the wasted years
So tired of running backwards
How time disappears

Sick of being sick and tired
Tired of being sad
I decided that only I could change it
Be happy with what I had

Tired of feeling lost
Always seeking home
I took a good look at myself
And how far I've roamed

I've never put down roots
Or clung to anything
Never stayed in one place for long
Afraid they'd clip my wings

It's no wonder I feel I don't belong
Anywhere I roam
I've never stayed there long enough
To call any place my home
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Neva Flores Varga Smith
Written by
Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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