Lost in the woods,
I was lost before:
but I already escaped,
now, I'm already free;
riding on my steed
to go back home,
it takes an hour
to feel complete again,
but these winding roads
took me quite certain;
lost in the woods,
I am lost again,
a place for wilderness,
a place for nothingness:
finding my way out
my steed is dead,
loneliness covered my heart
now, walking so alone
wait for me. someday
I'll be coming home.