When whispers go wandering & teardrops roam,
The go seeking their soul, for their original
home,
When thoughts go ambling & dreams pass by,
Searching heartstrings, for that soft place to
lie.
When wishes go pondering & old hope flies
away,
They go looking together, for a place they can
play,
Through the hallways, doorways & passages
of life,
Seeking pathways, avoiding sharp edge of the knife.
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