Winding roads, where do they go?
Walking this path, quest to know
Find a way back home, on my own
A home that is far, and now seems gone
At the end, I see hope
Right now, reality I need to cope
People all around, pushing over
Steps we take, just to cover
Smile, fake, scream
No one can even dream
Home is what I need to find
Where I am at peace with my mind...
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