As I search for the face in the sky
And I wonder, I wonder, then why
With the lost and the few
And the sometimes me too
Give up now or should I even try?

Is this journey as such
That its value's not much
Turn a pathway of years into lawn
Then look back on a life
Filled with nothing but strife
With a face now so ripped and so torn...

Are our paths only places we walk when it rains?
And our footsteps are washed with the pour
We will away years filled with growing pains
Then we wish upon wishes for more...

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