My vision gone black
With no way back
Lord, let me find light.
I fight and fight and fight
I'm still stuck in this blight
Fingers curled from the cold
All I need is a hand to hold
My hair is made of mold
Hair that used to be gold
Where is my light?
Someone please help me
I'm stuck.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 11:41 PM UTC
My vision gone black
With no way back
Lord, let me find light.
I fight and fight and fight
I'm still stuck in this blight
Fingers curled from the cold
All I need is a hand to hold
My hair is made of mold
Hair that used to be gold
Where is my light?
Someone please help me
I'm stuck.
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