Frustrated wanderings- I wont forget my aim
Not a measuring stick, but the smile of One King
With head held high, Forward I go
See I wont stay here long, its not my home.
Tripping on the ruts along this twisting road
I brush myself off, Its okay they don't know.
Whether vintage, average or the "next big thing"
A time will come where all will see-
That no matter our rank- this life is an excursion
Exchanging exile for a homecoming.
totally love this ,,,,
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