September 16, 2012
By Donovanet SILVER, Avon, Indiana
Donovanet SILVER, Avon, Indiana
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Path of dreams, not my own
Wander onward, there I roam
Like a stubborn horse bent on home
Ambition burning in my bones
Left only with a heart of stone
Stumbling on that winding road
I whistle a hollow mellow tone
So as to not feel so alone
I onward wander, away from home

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