I walk a crimson path alone and my time of death is nearing.
I feel so lonely in the world and I am scared of what I'm hearing.
There is a cry, a call, a feeling, a giant that is kneeling.
A boy is standing, is standing on his own;
walking away from all that he has known.
I was so afraid to try, so afraid I could not fly.
Though now I see it, I see it when I stand:
This little troubled boy, he has grown to be a man.
He sees the world before him as a field yet to be sown,
and yet he fears to stretch his wings, afraid to be alone.
I feel that I am wondering alone, and I do not remember why I’m crying.
No, I cannot make it without you by my side, because I’m dying.
The child that is here in my soul is yearning,
can I ever go back to what I was before?
It is the child within me that is dying on the floor,
I feel he is taking his last breath,
and he does not want to be alone facing death.
Would you hold him, would wipe away his tears, would you love him?
Do not let the child die.
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