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Trail One Lost of Way
This was the path so followed its way, through the hopelessness hopelessly lost remained true to course never wandered or stray.
Each step endured more bitter cold, biting rain for day after day, dark of night so deep it drowned these words to pray,
Repent so vile night has snuffed the stars each a fire once bright, it conquered with courage stood not one good of a fright, Dark Angels of blight, march in step of those Demons wrought to then plight, colors 3 numbers repeated bled 1 less fight of evil then give 6 in delight.
Shadow at foot not to grow same in approach send fall to light plead to show the way,
For frozen in winters cold heart shatters within thaws a frigid soul in warmth gathered at hearth in arms it lives to take away.
Awaken clap of thunder crowd to deepest purple clouds lights a second trail run underbrush entangled
in to tempest lay, challenges the soul as if a heart broken a good slay. Lashed by fierce winds a dear price would pay, to be risen again beaten and broken in a new day, a little less dark a little more grey.
Continuing on the journey remained, continuing to battle both cold and the rain, challenged throughout by the hurt and the pain, to hold on to love with all strength one would strain, path trailing behind dirt...
Each step endured more bitter cold, biting rain for day after day, dark of night so deep it drowned these words to pray,
Repent so vile night has snuffed the stars each a fire once bright, it conquered with courage stood not one good of a fright, Dark Angels of blight, march in step of those Demons wrought to then plight, colors 3 numbers repeated bled 1 less fight of evil then give 6 in delight.
Shadow at foot not to grow same in approach send fall to light plead to show the way,
For frozen in winters cold heart shatters within thaws a frigid soul in warmth gathered at hearth in arms it lives to take away.
Awaken clap of thunder crowd to deepest purple clouds lights a second trail run underbrush entangled
in to tempest lay, challenges the soul as if a heart broken a good slay. Lashed by fierce winds a dear price would pay, to be risen again beaten and broken in a new day, a little less dark a little more grey.
Continuing on the journey remained, continuing to battle both cold and the rain, challenged throughout by the hurt and the pain, to hold on to love with all strength one would strain, path trailing behind dirt...
