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Alone, I am, stood, in darkness
Shroud, of fog, surrounding, me

Lost and searching for a way back "home"
No direction that I see
Will bring me out of this hell
Walking through these trees

I will die here
In this solitude
No hope is to be found
I lay on this cold and abandoned ground

How long will this last?
I need some catharsis
Empty and broken
I shiver in this cold

Longing, I try to escape from
These woods of deprivation
Desperately, I am trying to
Escape from myself

I am dying here
In this solitude
No hope is to be found
I am dying on this cold and snowy ground

How long will this last?
I need some catharsis
Empty, and broken
I shiver in this cold

I am dying here
No hope is to be found
In this solitude
I am dying on this cold and snowy ground

I see a light, faint as it may be
It brings me hope and promise
Maybe, I have survived this cold
Perhaps, I will be free

The cold air somehow feels warming
Optimism, fills my lungs
The shroud of fog is lifting
The snow melting at my feet

A glimmer of hope, a chance to find my home
I will walk these lands, for as long as it takes
To find myself again

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