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A Lost One
Lost one Tossed one Tossed to and fro and here and there Lost one Desperate tears Burdened, By a world of cares So much fear, it tears Down to the last fiber of being With no one or no thing, To give some kind of remedy So torn, So broken, Just as these words are spoken Hurting, Deep inside, choking Choking down the emotions, hold it in Because these might be the last emotions, he’ll ever have again Within, starting to grow, More and more numb Without Love, No one to show him some The lost one, Tossed one Tossed, by the worldly system In this dog eat dog world Where everyone is expendable The lost one, I am Soldiering, in search of peace Up and down the streets For whoever, Whatever Can give me some relief By any means is necessary Whatever they may be Be it God, or be it guns Whatever my choice may be, It’s mine I’ll own that I’ve waited on you too long and, The sun is setting Now is the time I’m tired of being lonely Tired of being that lost boy Waiting on you to find me, to hold me Just hold it Truth be told, I just might be a lost cause Just as a corpse-filled coffin, Bracing a six-foot fall I might be done And if so, Let that day come Where mind and body’s at peace No matter what race I’ve run No matter what wrong I’ve done Let it be known, On my tombstone I lived and died, As just A lost one
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