Sometimes I Wonder


Sometimes I wonder who I am-
What happened to the dreams I planned?

White paper and a fountain pen
Meant hope could live again.

But emptiness secured the page-
Obscured the vision now betrayed.

Like a child who drifts from home
I lost my way and now I'm grown.

How can I revive the dream-
Hear from angels what it means?

Sometimes I wonder who I am-
Can someone help me understand?

How the pain that took my soul
Put the pen back in my hand?

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