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The Search for a Place to Call Home - #1

Fruitless Search

I keep running and running,

Dark into dark,

No single haven

From the loneliness,

From the fear.

I keep calling and calling,

Noise into noise,

No single answer

To the echoes,

To the years.

I keep crying and crying,

Doubt into doubt,

No single comfort

For the pain,

For the tears.