Searching for a treasure that's nonexistant,
Reaching out to everything that's distant.
Searching by light of the pale moon,
Praying I find it quicker than soon.
The wind whispers quiet answers,
Shadows move like tiny dancers.
I stumble over rough terrain,
Looking for home to hide from rain.
The wind whispers your name,
Stars tell me I'm to blame.
You took it all and more from me,
I'm not okay but someday I will be.
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