My Search - 30 Mar 2004
When I walked with bitter heart
My mind searched frantically
For the Shepard of the lost
He would surely help me
But when it came to help him out
I could not be found
I have work or some class a better
There's a better servant around
So I came and I went out into the night
A lost soul of regret looking for a fight>
Then I came back again; I would do twice more
A Joy I found every time though it wouldn't last
There wasn't a root that would take
Something wasn't right
There wasn't a Friend to be found, the timing wasn't right
Then I found a safe place, then I wouldn't fight
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