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Hills are weeping in this faint forest

A feeling of excitement exerts into my mind

This fading excitement torments all the lost

But I feel pleasure in its affect on me



Warmth calms the deep blue ocean

But, the cold is waiting for an attack

Guard your treasured ships and cast the laws out

A crown is waiting to be placed on an honorable soul



Forceful intrusions laugh at my pale red face

I want to leave this old forgotten layer

Taken in too much for one to handle is deadly

I have done just the same as everyone else



Calm blue oceans are beginning to arise

The sleeping clouds have now turned to gray

A sky is crying that's neither yours or mine

Silver nickels in my back pocket are starting to shine



A journey is at hand and I need to be prepared

The lost are waiting once again, so I am scared

Don’t look back at the ocean drawing nigh

Forget all your troubles and fade into the sky