Calling , calling calling

Falling falling falling

Crawling crawling crawling

 

In the dark calling out

In the dark falling about

In the end crawling , without a doubt

 

My voice echos through the forest

Dying  before the boundary 

Falling to the floor

Swallowed by the hungry moss

 

Which way to go?

No star to guide

No wind to blow me

No stream to swim down

 

Stumbling through the roots

Looking for shoots

Face down in the mud

Waiting for the flood

 

A reflection in a dark dark pool

Poised , aloft a silver beacon

Her tears fill the surface with circles

Lapping the edges with heart beats

 

Looking up,the figure fades,

The light still there ,as if pointing the way

Follow me , take my hand , I hear whispered

Trust my path, I can barely hear.

 

Dancing through the trees,

Racing ahead, follow me , follow me,

Freedom is this way ,

I’ll lead you to the forests gate 

 

Disappearing into the dark

Fear grips my chest

The lights fading

The nights closing in

 

Colds vice returns to haunt me

Reach out to me

Take my hand, throw me the light

Be my guide , for I am Pilgrim

 

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