Life doomed to it's destiny, unfulfilled and empty.
Along tracks of loneliness, walking in the grass,
taking in the solitude of time passing.
Circumstances rearranging every step along the way,
not caring what feelings are hurt beyond repair.
Stranded in a canyon of sorrow, too filled with pain
to climb out, too hurt to care.
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