I am lost in a daze,
I cannot find my feet.
The sky's in a haze,
And I've lost all belief.
I've given up on hope,
And I'm ready to leap.
I need a new life,
One that I'll be ready to keep.
Is faith the one,
That is making me blind?
Or is it because,
I keep falling behind?
I know what I need to find,
In order to relax.
I could use lots of friends,
They would watch my very back.
But how does that help,
A lost soul to cope?
When one is lost by fate,
And confused by hope.
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