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Sep 2013
The life I once lived has long passed away.
A proverbial void, shrouded in grey.
The people that loved me never knew my name,
No one who knew me could ride on my train.

One day I'll be gone and no one will know.
On down the highway, way down the road.
The pain that I carry won't hurt me anymore.
For on that day I'll be with the Lord.
Written by
Grayson Owens
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