We are all travelers on the pathless road of life,
Hopelessly lost within all of our human strife,
It seems as though we are all constanly lost,
For in this sea of life are we endlessy tossed,
It seems that the piont of life is not to despair,
Only when we lose all hope does life from us our spirit tear,
To be left with nothing but body and blood,
Can it be that my life is nothing but a dud.
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