I lost my sense of direction. My poles had shifted, Looking for any type of beacon. I am no longer grounded I pray I find my way back. It was always there for me It kept me on the right track All those times I couldn’t see When I was lost, I was found. It’s not the same without it Now I can’t find my Campground Only thing left to do is sit...
I don’t know what to do It’s been broken for some time I haven’t got a clue. There’s no more Rocks left to climb I see the darkness fall, It leaves me ice-cold In this giant forest I feel small. I’m exposed, anything can unfold No Fire to keep me warm These nights feel endless No protection against a Storm My Tent is broken, seamless.
Like a captain with no crewmen. I travel through these woods aimless This pressure is a heavy burden I run and run till I’m breathless Lungs and body are beaten. All I see is darkness In this darkness I feel hidden A sensation of nothing, numbness All my hope is barren All I am is faithless There’s only one name on my mind... I reach into my pocket, hold it tightly, I need you, my Compass
The Campground represents home, Rocks representing the obstacles of life. Fire is love, and the Tent is heart. The forest itself is death, lost, lonely, and afraid. The most pivotal aspect is the Compass, always keeping people grounded, in this case a person. Their name rhymes with the structure of the passage.