She wanders, desperate, searching in the dark.

Unseeing eyes cast up at tow'ring trees

She combs her tired brain for one last spark.

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The age-old woods around her seem so stark.

She stares at winter's mark upon the leaves

She wanders, desperate, searching in the dark.

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Insanity, she's ready, on her mark

She's done with life that's forced her to her knees

She combs her tired brain for one last spark.

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She floods the ground with tears and builds her ark.

She'll leave this life if she can find the seas.

She wanders, desperate, searching in the dark.

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Her voice becomes the singing of a lark

Now words no longer form her haunting pleas

She combs her tired brain for one last spark.

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This place, by day a lovely wooded park,

Her traps by night, her body long at ease.

She wanders, desperate, searching in the dark

She combs her tired brain for one last spark.