Dying pain sleeps in the road,
A never ending trail into the unknown.
A flower she holds, so white and pure,
Tells a story of something so much more.
How yellow the meadow, blue the shore,
What road to take? Tell me more!
To a lonely cabin, burning tea in a kettle,
Warms my soul, but makes me cold.
To a river run dry, dirty with sin,
Darkens my eyes, and changes my mind.
The road to take stretches far with the wind,
Height of the sun, depth of the sea.
My eyes are dark, the door is closed,
All gone away, the sadness and woe.
My road is dark, I AM ALONE!
Into the darkness of the unknown.
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