Touching ground...
Going home to those I miss.
Safe and sound...
Weeks of exile turn to bliss
But there's something in her voice!
When she is calling me!
A trace of blood to lead me
Through roads of agony...
With blood taste in my mouth,
And clouds before my eyes,
I kneel beside the bed
Where my bleeding dryad lies...
I never knew your name but I will miss you just the same
I was to live for you, I lost the will to live at all the day you came
It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same
You were to be the first, how wonderful
Now I will always fear to hope again
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