Paradise
Walking slowly
my head faced down
but it is too dark
to see the ground
Into the unknown
I keep walking Still
into my skin it pierces
the cold deathly chill
It is no use to cry
there is no one near
to listen to my calls for help
or wipe away my tears
Then all of a sudden
a light starts to show
through the weary sky
its bright reflection grows
The light comforts me
warms up my cold skin
embraces me in its glow
allows me to smile again
Slowly but surely
the damage around goes away
Paradice surrounds me
promising it will stay
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