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Valley
You got me
I was weak it's true
A terrene bond
By tacky glue
Too worldly;
Thoughts and self-desires
Is just not how my
Soul aspires
Hindsight hurts
I disappoint
Myself
Alignment out of joint
Yet, here I stand
The day is fresh..
No longer caught
In soulful mesh
Of thoughts so dark
Though light is small
I awake to hunger
For right and tall
So then, replace
Such mystic hope..
A little faith
Throws me a rope
The valley walk
Must surely end
Return to be
Eternal friend
Copyright ©
Sam Scott
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