Orphaned from my Tribe
Cold winds blow me far from home if not for ghosts i would be alone tears dried on my stinging cheeks wandering homeless lost for weeks bitter roots beneath the sand that i can dig with my bare hands whydo i fight to stay alive when everyone i love has surely died let this blood flow from my veins i only want to escape thepain Oh spirit god please hear my song dont leave me on this earth to long....
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CynthiaReza
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