these fucking valleys are too steep,
to climb alone,
i try to pay attention,
but my direction just disappears,
to most I speak in riddles,
maybe it's just my words that get in my way,
I'll dig myself a little hole,
to shelter the demons that have entered my head,
no place to call home and no one to call my own,
I'll wonder this world,
kindred soul,
broken,
torn,
re-kindling the strength I know I have,
warming fire light,
cool breeze blowing,
eyes closed,
no matter where I am,
I know I've done some good,
my three angels,
if you knew,
understood?
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