I often walk down this lonely road
To someone else my heart duth owe
I knoweth not to where I will end
But to a stranger my life I shall lend
My life is simple song through the speakers eyes
But to thine own mind A great surprise
Storms on the horizon are sure to come
Crashing upon those whose minds they strum
Once again one must reach the shore
Life will then be an open door
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a penny for your thoughts
PoetryMany have asked if I can see in my dreams However this question is not what it seems dreams are as limited as you allow them to be For it isn't vision but capability
