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Steps
The world my oister
I scoff to think
how can that be?
my heart does sink
with family so far
and friends just gone
the night is endless
there is no dawn
one week my soul
is bright and true
the clouds are pierced
by a happy hue
but then a fall
leaps from the dark
my burn extinguished
I have no spark
and from the black
I shake for sleep
a bed I lack
the hill is steep
I try to lean
but I find none
to take my pain
what can be done
I lock my jaw
I throw a step
my frame is sore
I do more reps
my sight is set
I feel alone
but what is that
could that be... home?
the road is paved
with all my tears
my vision fades
but I am near
my gaze is straigt
however blue
the path may seem
I'll get back to you
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