Strip the corporeal strings from
this soul and let me wander free
I wish to seek out happiness
Yet, a pipe dream this does seem
to be as I wander in desolation
A barren wasteland I travel now,
in search of broken dreams and
promises. No seed sown shall
grow in this stony ground, for I
have tried through all these years
to no avail.
I stumble and fall upon rocks
Cut and bruised is my soul
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