Lost
Frightful faces,scary places
Never keeping track of paces
Longing for a place called home
From all the hellholes that I roam
To see a friendly face is rare
Besides a mask that strangers wear
Careless trust may lead to fate or
turn my hopes into my hate
Not knowing where destiny lies
is always more than one surprise
To keep an edge I must keep wise
Who knows what face that doom disguise
I've seen evil cross my track
I left alive and won't look back
For happiness I must search for
A key to love and lifes front door
I'll find a way,care not the cost
But until then I remain lost
Copyright © Pat Mccoy | Year Posted 2011
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