As I look outside the windows
Being dark, there was nothing I could see
And I watch the moon, in shame, bow
Where my remnant hopes flee
The wind, finding places
To hide itself somewhere in my hair
As I turned down all the aces
Left me with nothing but a few people to glare
A plangent thunder,
Rain runs down the pane
And all along, everyday, I've blundered
Inviting all my pain
Alas, nobody could help me
The humans, anyways, never in my list
But even the nature couldn't set me free
And the anguish in my abysmal soul could never die.
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This Road leads to Nowhere
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