Traveling
When I first heard them singing
It had nothing to do with me
I was young,
I was strong,
I knew where I was going.
Now I hear them singing,
And they echo through my mind
Like a lost wind.
Taking every wrong direction
In my lonely way back home.
And now I know
God how I know!
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