Lost alone stuck in the woods,

with the whispers of trees as your only company,

The secret lurking over.

The pain that is locked in your leg,

The lonesome nights end to end

The intence moon as your only light,

to find your way out of the dark,

Look for the light, 

as nature is your friend.

your lostness will soon come to an end.





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