As you walk down the street, and pass each home,
You are part of that world for a little time,
You hear, you see, you feel the atmosphere.
But then you move on, and on...and on...
Heading in no direction, going nowhere...
Just wanting to be partake of...that familial happiness.
And you think to yourself...'I was like that once...till I fell...' and you regret the reason why you fell. And head on...going nowhere...staying nowhere.
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