Turmoil

January 22, 2014

The woods here are cold and dark

On this path of death I will embark

The only spun is my heart a pound

You may wonder why I'm here

And yet through you I'm always near

So please take your time to ponder

Then I will lead you to a land if wander

Where there is no pain and yet know love

And all you here is the crow above

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