I was strolling
All on my own in this place
Where the trees
Shaddow over every spare inch of space
And i heard
All the sounds that you want me to hear
When i'm lost
In a place, in a place i call Fear
Bits of sticks
Snapped from under my weary footsteps
In the air
Whispered rumours of secrets unkept
And i snapped
Shut my eyes, hands pressed over my ears
But still i
Was ther in that place i call Fear
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