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In search of my tribe

Help me Lord- in this weary land
where it seems- I cannot find
a genuine friend,
True hearts, so few
So many hardened by- this hard world
But mine still beats
a melody of peace
Surrounded by war
Where are my kindred?
Like-minded
Similar souls
Kindhearted spirits
Fierce
Gentle and strong
Where are the people with whom I belong
The ones who sing the same song
Been searching my whole life-long
Help me Lord- As I walk through this weary land
Hand & Hand






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