As the wind calmly combs through my hair,
I ask myself a question
Will I ever find it?
The thing worth fighting for
This thing, producing feelings I’ve never felt before
Will I ever find it?
The one thing I’d be proud
To brag to friends and foes aloud
Will I ever find it?
The perfect compliment to any part of me
And my life, taken in strife, pride and dignity
Will I ever find it?
I roll out of bed
Succumbed with fear, doubt and trembling
Will I ever find my missing earring?
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