the herd

How many roads I must walk down
to find what I lost in the last dawn
I was into my bed full of hope and dreams
but I wake up early with these dreams slipping through my fingers
like sand, like sand
banned before do the right choice, looks like a miss, a lingers
but we must rise, stand
to make the right, to inspire the herd
even if the herd living only in my heart….

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