I didn't catch the light
That I thought
Would be my salvation
To this eerily lonely world
Where one can only look back
But must walk ahead
To a place unknown
A battleground unforeseen
And the child in one
Goes running
Away
Away
Away
And the adult mind
Is left open
Yet blind
Ignorant, unseeing
Sad it becomes
Sad it will be.
Longing for something
That cannot be.
Longing for the child
To come back.
Help me
Flee.
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