The Lost

We have restless spirits,
Never lingering too long,
Chanting in silence,
Our inexplicable song,
We move from place to place,
Never stopping nor looking,
As our pasts turn to waste,
And we're living in a wilderness where nothing grows,
For we have no home, we are wondering souls.

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