it was just as simple as changing names
to false dreams and losing aim.
lead me to the path where we once crossed
let me treasure the things that matter most
its value reaches the price of finest jewel.
Us, when we were neither pure nor cruel.
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The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
Purity
it was just as simple as changing names
to false dreams and losing aim.
lead me to the path where we once crossed
let me treasure the things that matter most
its value reaches the price of finest jewel.
Us, when we were neither pure nor cruel.