I am weary
I am worn
I don't know where my home is
I feel myself slipping
From where I know I am
I am getting tired
Feeling myself weaken
Feeling my resolve weaken
As I am repeatably battered by the storm
Just wondering when this weariness will pass
When this heaviness in my heart and in my soul
Will actually lift
Removing the fog
Opening up my path
So I don't have to fight all the time
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
I am weary
I am worn
I don't know where my home is
I feel myself slipping
From where I know I am
I am getting tired
Feeling myself weaken
Feeling my resolve weaken
As I am repeatably battered by the storm
Just wondering when this weariness will pass
When this heaviness in my heart and in my soul
Will actually lift
Removing the fog
Opening up my path
So I don't have to fight all the time
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