Taken from, our old home.
To a sliver of sand, on the ocean.
On our way, to the coal mine.
We were, left behind.
I carry no man.
So I can run, as fast as I can.
Without a wagon, or plow to slow me down.
I have no fence, just the water’s edge.
Though its true I have no stable to lay my tired head.
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