If I ever get lost Paul Ivan Quezon If I ever get lost, Know that I wandered Far— far from those who Tried to stray me towards Places where I am unwanted. To places my coins mean nothing But a stone in a rocky mountain; To places my tears are just water; And my pain as a throbbing muscle. Tell them it wasn’t their fault That the streets don’t have signs. When it rains, I’ll find some shelter Under tall trees with leafy branches. The sun guides me where the east goes When I take the trail to the west. I’ll keep walking this road For my weary feet to follow. I am not trapped in the woods Because it was me who ventured deep. Let the stones I dropped stay in place For if I ever get lost, I still want to be found.
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