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Is there nothing more?
Nothing more than this glittering path
Leading to the heavens?

Can no words be said
To deter your path?
Nothing to cause your descent
And nobody to unite?

They say the wanderer has no true path
The walker between worlds.
I feel as the wanderer does.
I have nothing to walk toward

Nothing to guide me and strengthen me.

Once, there may have been.
And perhaps, there may still be.
But now, there is nothing.
Nobody to walk toward.

The lights of my starlit path have died.
I am plunged into darkness.
Left crying and bleeding in its icy caress.

There is no light for me.
Nothing to guide me away.
Nothing but you.
If you take the hand I offer you now.