LEFT ALONE
Left alone with my shadow,
Hearing the echo of my voice.
Looking through the mirror,
Hoping to see my image,
Least, I found nothing.
I hear the voice of distance crying,
Telling me to hide,
But still believe in my shadow.
Trees and mountains,
Went on their drunken journey,
Waving their head astray
With the influence of the wind.
The voice of fear
Coming towards my mind.
And the bell of my heart
Ringing on deck.
Still holding my part of confidence.
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