Ashley Dowdy (Forbus)
Lost
Where did I go wrong?
When did I lose my way?
What road was it I had taken that made my edges fray?
My Life is full...Full of dullness of the color gray
I have made my own self be lead astray
Even my rhymes do not help me in this time
What does it matter that I can rhyme?
I reckon it is the time for me
In order to be free
To kneel upon my knees
To undo my dirty deeds
To let the people around me fill my needs
And to the one above
Let Him assemble my words
and fill my needs
On my knee
Pray
To not be lead astray
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