I walk a lonely path, cut straight between the lines of twilight and oversight.
I take a crossing glance at each side, my soul fills with sorrow.
Sided with confidence, they take their dieties to rest.
I walk past them, head down; shoulders slumped.
My guardians have all forsaken me, and i continue to walk.
My spirit longs for substance, but i have none to coffer.
I am a stranger in the land of the found.
I am lost, a refugee; no home to lay waste, and no hope to bear witness.
I allow them the satisfaction, as i try to blend in.
I am just trying to keep in one direction, and find my savior.
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