A Quest For Innocence
I search my soul, I scour my heart. Walking through the years I wonder. What do I do? My heart and soul, everything I am and want to be, all is searched, all is wished clean. The pain and sorrow. The torment and hate, all willed away. In all the years lost, I've traveled so far, so tired I've grown, all the while, on a quest for innocence. Written August 13th, 2001 © on Aug 13 2001 02:08 PM PST 0 • 10
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