Lost

There's a man on the horizon
He's looking out to see
He thinks he's got nothing to live for
And I think this man is me

Now he's kicking the dirt and pebbles
With his shoes that have no soul
No colors to bring attention
To this man that feels so old

In the wind he sits and wonders
"What have I done to fall so far
Who is there now to reach out
I thought there'd be so much more"

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