Roads ahead concealed by night
Though the cyclic sun shines bright.
I had once thought I was lost
As my skin collected frost.
Ne'er was warmth to hold my bones
Naked, as my body moaned
'Til by chance a glimpse of light
fed my hope, my will and sight.
A lantern sits upon the ground
without a warning nor a sound.
I lift it up in disbelief
breathing out the warm relief.
With this light and on my own
I have found a new way home.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Roads ahead concealed by night
Though the cyclic sun shines bright.
I had once thought I was lost
As my skin collected frost.
Ne'er was warmth to hold my bones
Naked, as my body moaned
'Til by chance a glimpse of light
fed my hope, my will and sight.
A lantern sits upon the ground
without a warning nor a sound.
I lift it up in disbelief
breathing out the warm relief.
With this light and on my own
I have found a new way home.
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