Often now my life is clouded
I am like a bewildered child

Oh my wailing like the woebird
My thoughts are no whiter than charcoal

My thoughts are like withered grass
As I wander through the meadows
And push through the tangled brush

I am lost
I am lost

Ah my mind is black as pinetar
My thoughts are no whiter than charcoal


Lyrics submitted by Kyr

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