I feel lighter now
Little to no progress a day
Endless cycle
Is this really what I have to pay ?
Playing survival
Therefore if I make my way
Is there a difference with my arrival ?
If I stay
Will they be in denial ?
I feel like a stray
I cannot walk in this aisle
For you i prey
I walk miles
Miles along the bay
Hoping to see more smiles
I make my way
My way towards the light of your eyes
I feel at home everyday
To the night I must say good day
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