My own way
The roads I have traveled,
Mark my own path,
The tears that have fallen,
From my own wrath,
My dreams that I made,
Flew into the stars,
My hope that is left,
Mends all of my scars,
The truths that were found,
They haunt me at night,
Full of dark wishes,
That hold their own light,
The steps that I take,
Light up my own way,
They show me the path,
To where I will stay.
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