We search for something we can't find
Try to leave all our woes behind
We hurt, we cry searching for peace
All we have's not enough to please
We roam, we meet, wear out our feet
But our trials all face defeat
In search of something, fear to quit
To make us feel fulfilled, complete
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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