i don't know who i am
i search this land
for a rooted stand
i don't know what is right
i don't know what is a plight
i don't know who to fight
i don't know when to stay white
where is this world taking me
where is this door leading me
i guess it doesn't matter in the end
i guess i don't need to know this bend
there is something in my wake
there is something up ahead
telling me to stay and look
at the people, you will not lock
a path, i take
a person, i wait
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