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Lost
| The pain is rising, my hope grows weak, Blackness consumes my being. No will to live or move forward in life, The days ahead are not worth seeing. I look to the sky as I fall to my knees, My soul is battered, my mind grows weary, I look for the sun through bloodshot eyes, All I can see are dark clouds and the days are dreary. Sin, corruption, death all around, Blood soaked tears run down my face. A lost soul wandering, finding his way, I'm lost, I'm alone, no home, no place |
