I'm lost, yet to be found
A light, yet to be sought
Though distant, I hear a sound
Far far away they truly are
I see no road, though I follow
I see no clue, but I follow
Though I fall and bleed or burn
I cannot cease or the world be darker
The glorious sound awaits at end, I know
That's why I follow
No matter how long
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