Lost Soul
Lost Soul
Ohh poor little soul
Alive in the wilderness of my being
Walking bare on your soles
Moving secretly you really don't make a noise.
Leaving no foot print, who ever is to know of your poise?
I search for you HardToFind.
Till now i search can you ever be ground.
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