My path is dark...
Where I come from is dark...
Where I'm going is dark...
Dark with fear all around...
That lurks in the bushes...
...Like villains in the valley
My candle stays my only light...
That I hold in my hand...
Away from my face...
That passers by do not see the tears...
I hide with my other, empty hand.
Where I come from is dark...
Where I'm going is dark...
Dark with fear all around...
That lurks in the bushes...
...Like villains in the valley
My candle stays my only light...
That I hold in my hand...
Away from my face...
That passers by do not see the tears...
I hide with my other, empty hand.
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