A shattered hope amongst the fallen leaves
Fraught with emptiness
Buried beneath a century of moss
Feel the wind speak my name
Watch, as hands carve and forge
Hewn of ancient blood and breath
Forced to be, and left to rot for a new day
Endless companion of sorrow and guilt
For now, I have only you
A guided hand
Toward a broken spirit
A forgotten land
For which I crave and cannot hold
A whisper of a primal force
I am coming home to a new day

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