I heard the call from miles away,
But my ears were to stuffy
My mind too dull to interpret the dearest voice of life
I saw the path of gold,
And one of a dusty dark colour
But I remembered that "all that glitters is not gol"
And that at then end of a dark tunnel there will always be light
I revive my dying thoughts,
Keep telling myself that everything has a reason fro occurring
I bless myself with the thought that every problem has a solution
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