like I'm stuck between Heaven and Hell...
I'm a fallen angel.
I have no where to run or hide...
I have no joy left...
Only on sunday rides cantering through meddows...
I feel Joy...
Joy...
Joy from the wind in my face...
Joy from the hooves of the horse thundering on the ground...
Joy...
Is this how It's supposed to feel...
why do I feel so alone...
So Mote It Be.
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They don't know thier purpose.
Only I do.
Nobody knows what is going on.
So even though there is a crowd of people.....I'm alone.