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 canβt 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.