This world is
A bad place to be
All the things
That tortures me
When I begin
To walk this road
Everything tries
To take its toll
Some days and nights
I turned to you
Cause no other hand
Could pull me through
No magic force
Or chicken stew
Could make me feel
The way you do
Now I must go
So far Away
To a place ill go
I’ll go today
It’s far beyond
All terrain
There, the invisible
One remain
On wings I’ll sit
I will not stand
For I'm a stranger
Within this land
Believe in me
I’ll be in the grave
Think of me
And you’ll be brave
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