Pathless woods and a voice calling from the depths
How do we live out our archetypes and myths?
I was not equipped with the knowledge.
When there are so many to claim the privilege
Why does the choice fall on the one in the shadows?
Shadows were warm in the nameless , faceless groves
Light can be torment for those who cannot speak and yet it is they who utmost need to speak.
Lend me a hand O remote Moon
I cannot walk this path alone.
How do we live out our archetypes and myths?
I was not equipped with the knowledge.
When there are so many to claim the privilege
Why does the choice fall on the one in the shadows?
Shadows were warm in the nameless , faceless groves
Light can be torment for those who cannot speak and yet it is they who utmost need to speak.
Lend me a hand O remote Moon
I cannot walk this path alone.
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