From Russia With Love - Purpose

By: daxx_61

So what becomes of you, my friend

When all we live for is gone?

So what becomes of us, my friend

When for purpose we long?


Down the lonely road we walk

Searching for a place to rest

Of all life's problems we talk

A purpose is our quest.

FROMRUSX
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