As I scroll through the lonely lane
With No one to mourn my pain
Or to hold my tired stachar
or calm ever present fears
Seeing life through fouled sentiments
making everything gray
Alone, my existence, anew to start
Always searching for a way
But life goes on no matter what
That fact I cannot quell
Memories never to be forgot
Within my heart they dwell
So I keep walking this deserted boulevard
Searching, to find my way
Every night I lie down to sleep
And prays tomorrow's a better day....
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