Lost
Is not a tree, that came before me,
So who would care, if I was not there?
There is no air, from way down here,
Just let me go, it can not be,
There is no light, this darkest night,
There is no way for me to find,
My way back this uphill climb,
Lost inside and mostly blind,
Only stones for those to throw,
At who they do not really know,
Shout above the empty cries,
And fire consumes then all the lies,
Until there’s nothing left to know,
Unto this place we all shall go,
Alone.