Found
What is lost can never be found
I found myself
Lost some friends
Felt some pain
In the end
Disapointment?
That's okay
Because I still found myself today
Made new friend
Tied loose ends
Put some band-aids on my scrapes
All is good
All is great
I miss who I was before
But now that is behind my new door
A window to show what lies ahead
I see prospects
I could have never dreamed of
Thanks to myself
I know most
I will fall
but beyond that ridge
I can do anything
What was lost is finnaly found
And I shall fly again
Taking off from the ground
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