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The endless march of the black parade
Though we were strangers, our pain was shared
Our struggles intertwined, but fate kept us impaired
In the depth of the night, you stumbled into the woods
Lost and afraid, hearing the found hunt, as it should

I think of you wandering alone,
With fear taking hold of your heart,
The thought of you lost and afraid,
Tears my own world apart.

I wish I could have held your hand,
And guided you through the dark,
But now you're gone forever,
And I'm left with only this stark,

Memory of the depth of the night,
When you stumbled into the side of the woods,
Hearing it's found hunt you,
And I wish I could have been there, if only I could.

He placed the barrel in his mouth, a bitter taste of doubt
Hoping to swallow the pain and wash it all...