Province - Crib45, Crib 45

As the night falls,

I roam through these distant lands.

Lost and bleeding,

reaching out for an escape.

Sleepwalking part the field across the treelines

where life flourished

I was stunned and left for dead.

As the night goes on

I roam these distant shores,

ocean holds me close.

Beyond these faded tracks

there can still be hope.

From these narrow roads I was searching for a plave to rest

but from this town by lake I found my soul instead