Lost my faith
August 98Been trying to find myself ever since
Six feet under
A candle in the dark
A search light
With no space
To break out
I kick
I scream
Only ways of reaching out
Surrounded on all sides
By the sound
Of familiar voices
By the scent
Of flowers
By the hustling and bustling
Of the out of touch
Only hope keeps me going now
Just hope, it's harder to lose
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