Dust

I keep thinking You're coming back I keep thinking You're coming home That one day I'll see you Winding down the dusty trail But maybe I was the Wayward soul Maybe I ran off To find myself Maybe I thought I could fly With you under my wings All the while, I keep thinking "This isn't you." This isn't you. And it isn't me.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 8/9/2023 9:15:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.