Lament for the Lost SoulsStanding on the edge of a cliffI saw beneath me, under the water's surface A forest of outstretched, pleading hands Swaying like trees touched by a Wind that sighes and moanes; An unending chorus of Countless voices:
Slowly dying of loneliness and despair I want so much to reach out To bring comfort and understanding But I don't know where to start If I touch these hands, Will they drag me under --Will I drown?
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