Driving across this desolate land
this stretch is a ghost town
and I am merely a ghost
floating through this life
a wisp of my former self
the warmth makes me stronger
hope makes me less transparent
Trees without leaves
twisted and broken
Glory known once, lost
It's all about finding my way
I was lost for a long time
wandering
following the path, not knowing where it lead
letting it lead me
lead me to my death
it took a great feat of strength
to regain control
Looking out at the road ahead of me
it looks so lonely now
but any day now I'll reach my destination
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