Riding On Faith

September 8, 2009
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Riding away on faith.
Feeling brisk wind through ripped jeans.
Still catch a glimpse, dusk.

Today is gone now.
Missing home worry never stopping.
Tomorrow a new.

Dust blowing hard.
Trying to find my one love.
Alone once again

My faith is worn out.
I am alone on the plains
Blown away like dust.

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