Wandering through the desert,
Under the scorching sun,
I walk in a weary state,
With no hope left to live.
But I soar high in courage,
To reach the road that leads me home,
With no means to survive,
But I reach my home
Laid rest with beloved ones
What binds us together
Which is love
My past was a tale of knowing the world
My future is a tale of living
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