Like a blind man with a cane,
I scuffled to come in out of the rain.
My soul soaked in misery,
my heart broken from treachery,
My life needing revival,
a guarantee for survival.

I reached for my earthly father,
he didn't think enough to bother.
Confused I could not navigate,
everything was always approximate.
Many degrees off course,
I jumped the wrong horse.
Rode miles to nowhere,
still needing to be somewhere.

In a land of darkness, 
I struggled in saddness,
my heart trailed my aura,
my soul felt inferior.
Wondering from place to place,
no record left to trace.
I was lost,
until my heart
and soul became boss.

(revised)

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