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I changed it a tad...:
Misguided, mislead I struggle on
Innocently fooled without my knowing
My sense of direction seems to be gone
I convince myself that I must keep going
In a barren land of fallen stone
Black charred limbs on dying trees
Sand by a wind is cruelly blown
I resist the urge to fall to my knees
I turn about wondering where I am
Again I survey the land I’m in
My feet sink deep with the sand
This place seems conquered by rotting sin
I feel a breeze but it doesn’t last long
The stench it carries is death alone
Somewhere distant I hear a song
I wonder if it is my own
Miserably confused I begin to run
Hoping that it’s the truth I find
Searching for the forgotten sun
Lost inside this hell, my mind