Use my Light, Follow my Soul
Words confront me, on crumpled-up paper,
Break the lead or use an eraser?
Tell my truth, or make it fiction?
True aspiration or quite an addiction.
Hopes & Dreams, I crave more,
Than house-like prisons, shuttered doors.
Wanna move on but where do I go?
Use my light, follow my soul.
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