My heart aches with painMy eyes still shed tearsMy heart is developing a woundMy spirit is tormented to nothing
I treasure the wonderful memories of life
But nothing is comfortable enough to relieve my soulNone but myself to care for
Only the most high knows how much
I miss recognition and motivationNever have I at one momentReceived full attention and recognition
Up the country I stroll
Down the country I strutUp the country I struggle andDown the country I stride
Like a prodigal son
Roaming but with nothing definite payingYes, none but myself to care for.
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