The morning sunrise brings no joy any more
The birds song is mere noise
As I wake up each day
My heart is sore
My soul in wounded
I wish I was not born at all !
I had once found
the ultimate truth in everything
Now I’m lost it in this dark forest of thoughts and feelings
As I wander as a
stranger in my very own mind
Tell me oh Lord!
What has become of me !
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