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Willoughby
In the journey of life
A man searching for light
In the coldness of the world
And emptiness of the heart
is there any place with goodness and grace?
Where one can break free
A place where a man can be what he wants to be
A place high above in heaven
After the long journey of life
A man can slow down for a peaceful rest.
Searching and searching all his life
Can’t find a simple spot for rest
Living in the chest of broken glass
And all the hope is lost
He finally found a place to rest
The salience he got at last
Away from the dreadful voices
From whom he wanted to depart
Love that he never got
Delight he never saw
Unappreciated and deceived
Is what he feels
The darkness filled his dreams
Crushing his heart and making him scream
He left this place and walked of the ledge
Towards the shinning place with happy face
To finally find his place
On a stop called Willoughby
