The branches of the trees close in
I cannot see the sun
The moss too thick covers my feet
The decay has begun

I wish to my Gods for a sign
A way to cut the ropes
A path to run down, sharpened sword
A fire, to give me hope

But none is given, and I see
That I must find a way
To right the forest falling down
If I wish to see the day

Yet here I stand, still trapped inside
This cursèd, dying land
The future’s where my answer lies
A diamond in the sands