While walking in the woods, I was stabbed in the back.
Now left to sit and only suffer.
A friend is what I lack.
Could a person care for once and be someone to count on?
The shadows on the trees reflect faintly in the dark water.

I fell deeper and deeper into sorrow.
Descending ever faster down an infinite black hole.
All my life has been tainted by traitors.
As soon as the bright light came, my true friends saved what was left of my soul.

The light shining intensely blinded my eyes.
I looked at myself closely and thought inside,
"I need a miracle or a way out of here.
Long ago, I found the path gleaming so clear."

I kept trying to remember my dream purpose in life.
The desire to be legendary and see it happen before my eyes.
I am grateful for friends who help me when I fall in stride.
It's as if I've been given a new beginning.
A second chance of becoming alive.

© urbanbearink