Running aimlessly amongst the weeds in the field,
Trying to shake this loneliness again.
Light grey dress, the colour of the sky;
Searching... for days that were lost and forever gone.
My mother, her face kind and beckoning.
The smell of home, warm and comforting.
How many years had been?
The clock goes on and on and on...
I'll be free some day.
I'll find myself again some day.
I'll be dancing and singing like I used to some day.
I'll be me again... some day.
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