I walk a path of sticks and stones.
A land, which is truly unknown.
There is no sound or any light.
Surrounded by woods and snowy nights.
Up ahead there is but a foggy darkness.
Behind there is nothing but memories of hardships.
A future untold hidden by fate.
A past of lies and deceit left to create.
A present in which ice remains.
Cold blood, hard times and memories of hate.
Left to be warmed softened and saved.
In this world left to destiny.
Is happiness but a fantasy?
Is there a truth that I can’t see?
Is there a word I can believe?
So until I see that guiding light.
I walk a line in which I wait.
For someone to save me one day.
To take this heart made of stone.
And give me theirs as a home.
To save me from the unknown.