Silent and lonely night.

What a silent and lonely night?

In a night as cold as death,

I stepped, I slipped and I fell,

I struggled, I screamed, I cried.

Swimming in the agony of my misfortune,

I hoped for a voice, just any voice,

I hoped for a light, just any light,

So I struggled, I screamed, I cried.

An just when I thought my pool of misfortune is drying up,

The sky started to weep,

But what good can the tears of a mother do?

It turned the pool into a raging ocean.

With my heart raging wild and slamming against my heart,

I reached for the shore in the darkness of the night,

And just when I thought all hope is lost,

I saw a blue star.




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