WiShInG, wAnTiNg
Walking through trhe darkness with nowhere to hide,
Only the pale mon to guide me,
The silent trees standing tall beside me.
Walking alone,
The silence is deafining,
All around I see what was and could be,
I see the emptyness of being fake,
The loneliness of wanting.
Walking down the path once traveled,
I wish apon a star,
'Come to me, Find me what I seek.'
Never will this wish come true,
You know what you have to do.
Open your closed heart,
Letr in what I want,
Remember what there was,
And will be again.