May 6, 2012
By Anonymous

We see to many stories
To pick all the main plots
We find some that make us uneasy
That put us on the spot
Always afraid of what might happen
We should be afraid of what might not
Good luck and goodbye
I know some day you’ll get there
I’m sure some days you’ll be scarred
But good luck and goodbye
Walking on an old dirt track
Dust is flying up
Footprints show where we’ve come from
We’re not going to stop
Looking ahead
Virgin acres and barren land
I hope that you’ll never be alone
I love you but I have to go
Good luck and goodbye

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