I have made
it through this
world all alone
without love
without a home
I have been
in a great battle
Riding a big, black horse
without a saddle

"She'll be coming
'round the mountain
when she comes..."
I start to remember
I am still not done
I am still not done yet
I start to attempt to forget
why this battle I must fight
I have a strong will and
I just might
go toward the night
with peace
I am still not done,
but I will go to sleep

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