Nomad

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I’m a nomad

It’s bittersweet remembering everything I’ve had

Always going place to place, hoping they’ll accept me,

Hoping that the real me is what they see

I want to come out of hiding

Because when I’m alone, my soul is slowly dying

I want to make a friend,

Even though I know in a few years it will end

I want them to take me in

And not throw me away, like trash in a bin

Wherever I go

I will always have a little spark of hope

I’m always told, “Don’t look back, keep going…”

And I just have to keep hoping

Because I’m a nomad that wants to be free

But that’s not everything I’ll ever be