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 see 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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