I'm grown to adapt to the sound of the echos
My footsteps in constance directing where I go
My head in a deep state of inner reflection
Contemplating words of the wise, their perceptions
The path is a dark one, unknown things in my way
In search of a way to be free on that due day...
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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