Carry On


 

Hot, arid air to breathe in a desert,

Mixed with morbid, hurting, loneliness;

Missing life, love  and connection,

There you will find me.


Seems like despair, with many there;

Lets me know, however I feel, I am not alone.


No matter who, no matter who with,

There is still an empty space within us,

Nothing will be complete until we are home again.


We cannot fold, we cannot crumble, 

There has to be a beacon of light

For those who follow us, even from a distance.


Carry on, never cease'

If we do not tell them, 

They will not find the way.


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