Within the time that I have spent, upon the floor and jail cells, into the bleak and desolate, the pain that is the light,
I found within the beaten path the tracks of those who did not last and all the while they march on nary to be found,
Of my friend I lost her trace, and soon my tears were lose in haste as I went, eager to be found,
and with a dark and righteous heart, I went and quickly searched her out, but oh were danielle was found,
I could not see, nor could I hide, as I felt the test of time, to which I kept this pace of mine never to slow down,
with heart so heavy, the dark to guide me, I look and look for sweet danielle, in hopes that one day, she will be found.
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