My heart is full of joy
The ravaging winds of snow storms,
The frost bite,
They no longer plague me.

But then again another ails my heart.
Am I to carry this victory flag by my lonely self ?
Do I truly walk this path alone ?

Not a single soul along the road,
Only deceiving faces and lost souls.
I've walked the lands in the summer for a long time,
Yet no one proves to be on the same road as I.

The burden is heaviest when no one is there to share it with
And a road is loneliest when there is no one to walk it with
When no one understands the pain,endurance is hardest.

The realization of that path that must be taken tends to be a source of grief,
When everyone else sees a different picture,
To be different is a lonely state

I still watch the stars every night,
A tear trickles down my face each night.
As I lay with the wolves and run with their packs.
The knowledge of this becomes much more unbearable each night.

My quest becomes meaningless to me each time I think of it.
So I sit in the meadows to allow my sorrows flow away everyday.
Long and painful it is.

But regardless,I sit in the meadows today.
I watch the rabbits frolic and deers gathering to feed on the green.
All having a peer and pair
Oh how I eny them.

A tear falls down my face once more.
But through them I look at the traveller's with me,
And I see their burdens,and I am urged to come to their aid.

With no one to come to my rescue,
I rescue others and let my wounds expand.
Until a stranger came up to me one sunny day and rapped up my wounds.

A thrill of hope.
Could this masked stranger be the one to walk this road with me,
The only one who could silence the sounds of chaos within me.
As this stranger raps up my wounds,this unknown anxiety subsides.

What a joy ?
That very first breath after being drawned in water.
Someone comes to my aid
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