Bleak empty heaven welcomes me
As I tread on grim, uncaring path
The frowning moon stares at my soul
I walk, I walk, without destination
Travelling wintry winds halted its journey
To join me in my mindless traverse
Whistles its night music trying to soothe my soul
I walk, I walk, attempting to find purpose
For life is only appreciated when it shines
Like the glory of man defined by bloodied sword
In world where being righteous comes with a price
I walk, I walk, with faltering footsteps
Sun is the mightiest and purest of all Golds
Now scintillating the once bleak trees
Answers cannot be found without tasting life
I walk, I walk, now drenched with restored vigor
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