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I wandered alone in the deserts of Time!
Were you seen nowhere then
With a hand to guide me home!
Drowned by tears and pain
I once frowned and furrowed my brows!
Were you around nowhere then
Wiping my tears and healing my woes!
Was I down, trodden to dust
Oblivious like an un-raised Adam!
Were you heard nowhere then
With words to soothe my wailing bosom!
Burdened by burgeoning doubts
Was my soul weary with thirst!
Nowhere was your shoulder then
Nourishing my soul with needed rest!
Having never mended my rended heart
Never guiding me through stumbling blocks
Not knowing the fires that wrought me on
Judge me not, my Perfect Stranger!
Hold your whips, those scathing words
Rest your gavel, raze those gallows
Spare those barbs and sheathe your swords
Judge me not, my Perfect Stranger!
I have slipped and I have stumbled
I have been down, but done, not yet!
I will rise and live my lessons, hence
Judge me not, my Perfect Stranger!
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