No matter where my feet lead me
I'm always a stranger lacking glee
My home wrenched my pieces asunder
Doth exist a sacred shelter
A place to close my foggy eyes
Without imagining ways of my demise
Treacherous life in which to welter
Oh, can I uncover a sacred shelter
Snarling beasts snort the scent of fresh meat
Storms keep bullying me into retreat
My tired, clumsy limbs ain't at all discreet
My mind playing me in states of deceit
Trudging on through, dim light flickers in my heart
Fearing my time will soon depart
Oh, what wisdom and advice I could impart
Should I be blessed by a sacred shelter
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