I’m lost
Will I ever
be found?

In these woods
not full of tall trees
but of sorrowful branches.
In this town full of
eyes instead of hands.

Tell me,
will I ever
be saved?

The home I was
trying to get to,
wasn’t a home after all.
Just a crumbling group of
sorrowful branches,
put all together.

The wind is howling.
The eyes are searching me.

Will this ever go away?
Will I ever go away?