Through these dark wooded hours.. Searching for the light that born the flowers..
i'm finding my way back..To the path..
Through these rain beaten days..And this Heavy clouded Haze.. i
know i'll find my way..i know a lights a blaze.. i just can't see.. In this misty
maze..But its out there, its a blaze..And
i'll find my way..Through these days.. i'll find my way..Ain't
that the way, the song plays..
On these misty days...
Friday, December 16, 2016
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