Don’t go far from me
For I will be lost,
Like a child lost in a familiar room,
When all who know him have left,
I knock the walls around
Like they were made of wood,
The sound of knocks, alas,
Only heard to me.

Don’t go far from me
My screams will be faint,
Muffled by pain though
They began in wail,
And there will be no one
To hear it,
Around the cold empty box,
The room that surrounds me, all lost.

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