The Dark

 

Where’s the light?

The sun rises above the mountain every morning

But yet my path cannot be seen

I light my candle and the cold wind like a black wolf

Runs off with my only hope

Wandering in the dark in every direction

Not a sound fills the air

Nothing familiar

Except the darkness

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