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Gone where the wind blows.

Walking without being.
Where's the dreams and aspirations I once had,
Where's the spirit that used to burn within,
Gone where the wind blows.

Walking without feeling.
Where's the happiness that I once had,
Where's the smile that was upon my face,
Gone where the wind blows.

Walking without caring.
Where's the compassion I once had,
Where's all the people that were in my life,
Gone where the wind blows.

Walking without knowing.
Where will I end?
Wherever my feet may go,
Gone where the wind blows.

This was written at work 5 August 1997.

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