According to our days
in sadness or the joy
we were pilgrim shadows by this valley
we never knew, in our days of sadness and the joy
about good or the evil
and as the time was flying by
in our days when we didn't care.
Sometimes I just wonder what
the future could bring
and sometimes I cry
but really, it's ok I guess
no: it's not ok...
save me please, because I am truly lost.
Tell me why the shades win
they seem like taking everything
and myself, I'm almost buried
like a pilgrim shadow on this valley.
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