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A WALK THROUGH THE DESERT
Skin of my foot is torn
Battered and Baffled, ahead of the thorns
Nobody stretched an arm
But did many harm
I felt a warmth of my mother's bosom
With regret tears began to blossom
I remembered the days of love
When I flew higher than a dove
As I pondered over it, I wondered
Am I a scion of Cain or prodigal son?
whatsoever it may be, I knew I am a sinner
I'm not that far apart
It's time for me to depart
Raphaelo, Lead my way
To a place, milds and miles away
Not to the land of flowing honey and milk
But to the clumsy manger of newly born feeble cry.
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