Sunday, September 18, 2011



Gone and lost my way this long winter's day.

Honour affords no pay, so join the fray they would say, and I just might, I just may...

But the sun's hopeful ray fades only to grey, and no matter how far I stray, how hard they pray, I'll ne'er be able to stay.

The unknown holds its sway, no dismay, feelings to convey, I've naught for which to stay.

My mind in disarray, so far from the trail, some stains won't wash away.



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