What am I missing?

Where am I going?

I ask myself those things

Where all is over

Where all begins.

What is in the end

A broken heart?

Is losing someone I loved,

or someone I was?

Is it me

The only one lost

And now, just a host?

We’re like thorns

Without roses

We’re the people of scorns,

and doors never closes.

And while I walk,

while I wander

I ask myself

Who Am I saying goodbye to,

while I talk to a silent God

and to you.

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