In the darkness,
Through the forest she runs,
She searches for asylum.
Images of times gone by
Haunts her every dream.
Helplessly, she runs forth
Fleeing from the shadows
Anxiously, dreadfully crying
For a vigor to help her through

Her soul grows weak
As she stumbles
Through the land of the unknown.
Hoping, praying, searching,
Her spirit to atone
Far from all sanity she rests
But for a while
As the darkness and shadows
Envelope her
In depression she deeper falls

Her complexion fades
As her breath become shallow
Effortlessly she tries to reach out
Only again to let go
Once a proud and loving soul
Now motionless and alone
No faith in what once was
No trust in what could be
The battle's lost, she counted her costs
Forever a nomad she will be.