Little umbrella
bright and plain
keep my face
dry from the rain
for one day to come
when the sun shines
no longer looking down
not to step on the lines
a wandering traveler
who walks all alone
their smile a compass
and a heart for a home
where will it point next
is the question asked
no real goal in mind
or written task
just hopes on a feeling
a faith with a call
'cause deep down inside us
it lives in us all
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If you're not me, you'd only be here if you went out of your way to look.
Turn back, or buckle in, bucko.
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