Behind a valley where wind is quiet
Nightmares are slowly lurking away from the shadows
Wheat fields are swaying against vigorous force
Leaves are blowing in circles in the air
A twister of a destroyed creation
Receiving its revenge on what it has done
Horrific sights such as this bring chaos to my mind
Locked in a place where light is not found
My imagination of once peaceful scenery
Has broken and shattered right before my eyes
Why have I let this happen to me so quickly
No one can even hear me in this terrible hour
Knowing no one can save me from the worst
All I can do is pour out all of my tears
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