There is a time in life when things just seem to be still
For that brief moment you stop and think about what was, is, and what will
be
I reach for your hand, but you vanish right before me
I turn away and walk down the alley on this stormy night
My clothes are soaked and I am miles from home
Where am I going? That is something that has yet to be determined
I just walk these streets searching for something that is right in front of
me
I am too blind to see what it is though
So I will continue walking until I find my sacred peace and then I will lay
down my head for eternity
 
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