SUNSHINE STATE
I can't find my way to Sunshine state.
I ran to the train but I was too late.
So now I walk along the railroad track.
And I will never return and go back.
I pass some fields with flowers of gold.
Time flies by, I'm getting old.
I rest on a branch of an old, old tree.
Branches and roots as old as me.
I follow the sun, I reach for the truth.
I mourn and I leave my own precious youth.
It's time to move on, it's time to leave home.
Enjoy the journey and value the roam.
I guess I'll find my way to Sunshine State.
Finding the way is never too late.
It'll take some time, some hard times too.
But along the way - what a beautiful view.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-08-24 at 00:32
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