trusting
looking at an unexplored land
you lead your feeling lead
as you enter the darkness of the den
with confusion you start to plead
each step you take is with all your feeling
the sense of you starts to tingle
as you put your to feel the walling
the urface felt like such a wrinkle
when you try and seee the way
the wrinkled was starts to shine
its so, like the dusk of day
as you try to find
you struggle to find the light
struggle to survive till the of the path
it begins the brave harden fight
the hope rises with a sudden laugh
when the light starts to grow
this different feeling hits me hard
it gets throughout my body like a river of flow
then it spreads wide as grass on a yard
with the touch of her hand
the hope of a end starts to gain
things are just falling together as a band
like the sound of fallin' rain
my legs gains the sense of being dead
my arms have a gray awareness
this sense starts to spread
let it ru without any careness
when i reach the end was a bright of day
you see the ways of the jade
just as the words starts the say
the sense of th begins to fade
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