there is a fusion of seasons out there in my world

there is a constant killing going on with my sword

there were quite a few

so many moons away from the dew

when the brightness spoils my sleep

and my depression comes oh so deep

all I want is you by side

all for hope, glory and all our pride

good times and bad times, they  do us  wait

be my guide, be my spirit be my fate

walk me home

I´ve been on my way for far too long

if you can only do the math

you will walk me on that path

taking me home

after all these years

fifteen by now of frustration and tears

walk me home



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