Excavate Glory

Every morning's a wake
To loneliness and resent.
Slowly easing my mind
To search and find my content.
I'm getting there,
It's almost mine,
Still digging for gold.
I'm deserving of my happiness
To have and to hold.
It's a bit of a process,
Getting rid of the pain.
Chalked up
Blacktop,
Cleared up in the rain.
I finally found it
Now it's here in my face.
So now i joyously run
'Cause I'm winning the race.

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