The wind whispers evils in my ear,
The rain portrays my tears
The trees reach out their craggy claws
To feed me empty fears.
I must have strayed within my sleep
To lose myself this deep
The path is crooked, long and dark
With sadness there to reap.
My head is bruised, my hand is cut
I feel the blood is pouring but--
His voice whispers love within my ear,
Which pulls me back from here
His fierce warmth soothes my weary soul
And kills the empty fears.
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