Friends lost in the dark
Placed on the wrong path since birth
I should do something
But i am lost too
No apparent place as home
A poor guide i'd be
Sight often shrouded
We seek light and clarity
To find our true selves
Thinking we're alone
Our sojourn has fits and starts
But the path is worn
We travel hoping
Welcoming arms will hold us
When we find our place
-Bobbi Jo Silver
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