This is to all the lost souls, That were left behind
To all the free walkers speaking their mind.
True to their hearts, happiness they will find.
Let their hearts be a forest with trees overgrown
Kings of the jungle let them never be overthrown
A free spirit, let your soul roam.
Lost from their tribes and far from home
They Walk on their own but never feel alone
So I dedicate this to them may their wounds be sewn.
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