Like a thirsty soul,
lost in a ruthless stretch
of desert,
plagued with
stinging mirages,
I never stop looking,
I never stop hoping.
I hold onto the thing that
keeps me alive:
Life.
Dancing to the rhythm that
spells life,
I lost some, I gained some, and
I kept some.
Brave the wilderness, I will
Never wither, I will.
lost in a ruthless stretch
of desert,
plagued with
stinging mirages,
I never stop looking,
I never stop hoping.
I hold onto the thing that
keeps me alive:
Life.
Dancing to the rhythm that
spells life,
I lost some, I gained some, and
I kept some.
Brave the wilderness, I will
Never wither, I will.
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