How many times
The wanderer
Is met with angry skies
And nowhere
Quite the same
To lay me down
With words
A touch mistaken
A long way back
To find
The road is gone
The brightest star
Alone
Beneath this page
For turning
Numbers
Nameless fate
Fortunes raised
To hide
The deepest scar
Proof that I am healing
Evidence of love
Roads I carry still
Beneath my skin

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