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No hungrier than a piece of wood for nourishment and love.
Your comfort wouldn't do me good, no intervention from above.
I alone have cast the spell of greed and evil lust.
Now searching for the wishing well to bring me God and trust.
I gave birth to a rage within.
I don't know where my life has gone.
I had doubts I could ever win.
I took solace in the great unknown.
I had to stop and begin again.
I had to overturn every stone.
I have slept in the wild wind.
I'm coming home.