Whispers Mock My Uncertain Path.The Path That Was Set Out Soley For Me Seems To Be Soo Darn Far.Uncertainity Is Rather An Understatement Bewildered Seems More Fit.How Will I Know It Is Mine To Trod ? When Will I Know When I Finally Reach The One ?Growing Up I Was Breed By Patience And Belief But It Seems As Though I've Lost Mines In This Labyrinth. They Say Time Is The Master However That Is Not The The Only One Because Time Also Waits On No Man.Pray They Say And As Simple As It Sounds I Always Forget.Teach Me, Show Me Nd Protect Me On The Way For This Is My Blind Path To Take.

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