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Am I further for the falling

Closer now than before

Tears began welling in my eyes

Sweeping through the canyon lines

Life's been carving out

Oh, hear me now

My tired soul

Is there gold in all the dirt

Worth in the mud beneath my fingernails

Dredging through the earth

Continuing my search

For what seems to have already set sail

Was it meant to take this long

Burning off this heavy load

For feet to finally stumble upon

Their wandering, faithful clone

To squelch persistent tears

Or, extinguish all my fears

My tired Dear

Distorted by the years

The memories and the yearning for their return

The metallic in the stones

Steals my attention as my eyes hone in

On the gold at every turn

Though, it's still difficult to discern

The real from the riverbed I've tucked myself within

Cause, when you're panning for gold

The Proverb always proves

Only fools rush in

So, is it really worth the fight

Of opening my eyes

Only to emerse that empty pail once again

And, cleanse the dirt and debris

Before the current comes and covers up her glinting purity