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My wildernness my storm
In the wilderness, my storm
In the winter try to keep warm
Never appreciated lights until they was gone
Gone like a thief Gone like a blink
In silence I really got time to think
Guess this is the bottom, guess this is the brink
Sober in this forest with no drugs or drink
God is my compass, my dreams are my abode
My burden becomes light, give the paper my load
I'm so hungry, I just want to find my way home
Alone in this wasteland from the lack of seeds I sown
I've been planting lately, gestating is my existence
When the clouds clear, I see a metropolis in the distance.
P.O.P.
