Walking, wondering
“Where do I belong?”
Not seeing, not hearing
Can’t hear their calls
Walking, wondering
“What am I doing?”
Not feeling, just screaming
I suddenly fall
Walking, wondering
“When did I land?”
Not knowing, not thinking
That’s just who I am
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The day will come when your walking and wondering will bring sounds to your ears for you to climb up into your new world and you know will know who you are.
Andy
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