Where is my soul?
How low have I sunk?
Despite the times being hard
And the roads we have bumped
Despite our ancestors attempt
At more or less the same
Despite the crisis ahead
I still rest on your head
And if I can't give back
Than what kind of man am I
But take everything away
And what am I left with
No family, no home
Just barely alone
And I would survive
As If my life was "a guide"
To finding a new set of ways
Just as my hair should turn grey
DZ
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