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A lost lamb alone, searching for warmth.

Stumling and falling, but still searches.

The rain falls down, the lamb still walks.

Searching, dragging through the mud.

What drives this lamb, so small, so weak but full of hope.

It carries on,

The night creeps in.

So the scared little lamb still soldiers through.

To find a home, the lamb will walk.

To drown the lonelyness the night does bring.

But the lamb knows each step brings him closer to eventual warmth.

However far that is,

so the lamb alone does search.

The sinking starts and my thoughts can't change, pulling me further down.

I am stuck here.

In this bottemless pit.

Sinking.

Clarwing at the side.

I want out.

To rise again.

The faint light and hope that I can't reach.

I am falling but it falls too.

Never futher away, but always out of reach.

Will it come to me, if i stop falling?

The light, will it forever be out of reach?

Will I see the world again?

I have hope that the light will come.

But i fear what it will bring.

It's cold now.

Winter is not yet here, yet I feel cold.

It's getting quiet and the wind has that familiar burn.

Here it comes again,

the dark and cold.

Long night draws in pulling me down.