Like a little child left alone in the cold
Like an old forgotten painting on the wall of a beautiful castle
And Even though there are familiar sights and faces.
I feel lost
But deep within my heart is a world
Every now and then, I love to go there
To feel alive, happy, fullfilled and content
But I cannot find the path to lead my feet there
Only my heart knows the way
I hope that someday
Before my breathing slows
My heart will lead my feet
To that world... My happy world
That is hidden within its beats
I wish my heart could lead me to a place
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Where water is not thirsty
Somewhere deep and far
Just to find my heart a home. Olawalium