I walk alone,
No one to guide me,
I run alone,
From night that smothers.
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I will take my own path,
I will find my peace at last,
I will take my army and knock,
Knock on troubles door,
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A roaring river cuts through the land,
The river thins down at the bend,
the bend where I would play as a child,
And where now I stop to rest awhile.
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Wind is blowing,
Over meadows of emerald green.
The sun is rising,
While the moon falls asleep.
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As I gaze at my shattered reflection,
Lying in pieces, there on the floor,
I am surprised, completely taken aback,
I see something that I never saw before.
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