We’re not looking back, we ride this wind for the force within.
We will stumble and roll, like Stone terms written of our soul
For each day I run, behind bars love Reaches for the Sun, be grateful for this fun.
the Love Lost life is so far behind, need I say it, outshined !
bereft is one will rise, bereft is one will fall, to know one left behind is source evolving all in kind.
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