My Anchor

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Where are you?

I've searched for your soul, your presence yet, I end up empty-handed.

Cried an endless river, drowning all those who aren't you.

You were my anchor, my compass. . . now I'm lost.

Lost in the wildness of this world, alone and afraid.

Where are you, my love?

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