![]() RoamA Poem by Stam
Everyman for himself that's what people say
Rubbing shoulders with different people every single day Yet here I go again on my own doing all iI was shown Survivor fighter the more I've seem the more I've grown Life finds it hard now to deliver any more surprises to me I really no who I am I where I want to be So if you see me and I look all alone Don't feel sorry for me as this is how I choose to roam © 2012 Stam |
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Added on June 27, 2012 Last Updated on June 27, 2012 Author |