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Forests of serenity, full of whispering voices
An unknown goal, ever so desirable
Walking on roads of despair under the sun
Steps in stairs of sorrow under the snow

Always in motion, never to stop
Because the whispers are always there
No home to return to
No family who would accept you back

Only the shine of hope in your eyes
Feeling the cold rain dissolve the landscape
The only certainty is to go on
Pleading to the wind...

... Carry me on



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I really like how she came out. Ragosh my Orc :)