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all alone I then did walk

     down a long lonely road

lost within the thoughts of mine

     in words that did not rhyme

hard asphalt beneath my feet

     and gravel that ran beside

hard bright sun that beated down

     without a cooling breeze

words I spoke to the land

     empty and desert dry

no creature was there to hear

     the anguish which I cried

many long days did I walk

     and countless miles long

till to a place did I come

     and did enter in

people there my words did hear

     and in wondering awe

found a message there in them

     that they longed to hear

I did pause in that place

     and my words did say

and they listened unto me

     unto what I did say

and in my words a message they

     of meaning then did hear

of my thoughts unlike theirs

     one they did not like

they did then turn away

     my words they would not hear

till I stood all alone

     with in that crowded place

and I wondered deep and long

     at what they would hear

if those words I could say

     and be at peace with me

anguish tore deep at me

     battles fought deep within

the price to pay to be with them

     a price I would not pay

with dragging steps I did trod

     again upon the road

turned my back upon the place

     and slowly walked away

hot sun does burn down

     and anguish burns inside

the road is not as hard

     as the pain inside of me

still I walk upon the road

     is still my words I say

cast my words upon the land

     the words they will not hear