How is it, I'm in the world alone
With so many people without a home
Hoping for something more than a 9 to 5
Or a picnic ride, or a relationship
Carrying them to new shores
To survive the times.
We are all desiring the
Human condition
Of love up above
And fruition
Of something as simple
as a soft gentle kiss
Or a dream making unreal
More than what we miss
A passion
A purpose
A soul
Give me comfort
Give me the world
where I stand on my own two feet
and land with my head held high
I want to love to
succeed and defeat
doubt to fly
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