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Finding Home
Walking and walking
Not quite tired
The more I am lost
The closer I am
To finding home
Fields of yellow
Prisoner of wind
Shifting my path
Swayed by the flowers
Directing me home
Thirst and hunger
Footprints of blood
Hoarding the baggage
Wolves are following...
Following me home
Traveling onward
Eyes to the sky
My compass my morals
With this I'll arrive
I'll be home
Not quite tired
The more I am lost
The closer I am
To finding home
Fields of yellow
Prisoner of wind
Shifting my path
Swayed by the flowers
Directing me home
Thirst and hunger
Footprints of blood
Hoarding the baggage
Wolves are following...
Following me home
Traveling onward
Eyes to the sky
My compass my morals
With this I'll arrive
I'll be home
Published 16th Jul 2017
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