Like the wind that blows upon my face
I feel I have already left this place
As the rain falls with passing years
So does my hope,and so does my tears
And with each and every passing day
I lose my path, and lose my way
Like if the sky would change to night
before I've found my wrong , or find my right
Ever changing I follow the seasons
looking for answers , searching for reasons
Love seeks what is of me
but love is below me, and above me
The darkness Is my home
and inside myself I will remain alone.
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