Lost Souls

Each day, I come to wonder,

Why am I here, again?

Is there someone, somewhere, suffering,

That needs me for a friend?

I've spent seeming eternity

Trying to get there from here;

How will we find one another?

There's too many lost souls, I fear.

I know one when I see one,

I, myself, am just such;

I have been waiting, overly long,

To feel that other's touch.

Feel some more

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