Journey
Help me find peace, oh poor soul
Help me find
Joy that never expire
When heat becomes cold
When days become old
I must find my "go"
So, help me lead my footprints
Poor soul of mine
Unto the right directions
Where I could ask no more
Where does my spirit flee?
'Cause I walk sideways like a vagabond
I exist but truly I don't
Does I weigh more than this sand
unto my palm?
Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2021
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