This Journey
I run, but it's not to hide.
I am running to here, It starts in my mind.
Sure, I am the gypsy tonight.
I wake in the morning to see the same light.
I know where to go and I know where I have been.
For this winter, I am like a bear in a den.
Springtime is near and my thoughts do shine.
The path I do travel seems to take a long time.
It's like a storm that comes from the sky.
I have had that feeling of wanting to die.
It's not to find peace or escape the struggle within.
It's the person I have become is where I can begin.
Before I take this journey my thoughts must be clear.
I know where I want to be and this coming is near.
I stand before you fooled through my ragged clothes.
To who I am, my wealth does not show.
You never know the artist, but maybe by a poem.
I am off on my journey, I will find my home.
I am running to here, It starts in my mind.
Sure, I am the gypsy tonight.
I wake in the morning to see the same light.
I know where to go and I know where I have been.
For this winter, I am like a bear in a den.
Springtime is near and my thoughts do shine.
The path I do travel seems to take a long time.
It's like a storm that comes from the sky.
I have had that feeling of wanting to die.
It's not to find peace or escape the struggle within.
It's the person I have become is where I can begin.
Before I take this journey my thoughts must be clear.
I know where I want to be and this coming is near.
I stand before you fooled through my ragged clothes.
To who I am, my wealth does not show.
You never know the artist, but maybe by a poem.
I am off on my journey, I will find my home.
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