Why do I roam in this field of Mystery,
and why do I wander alone.
Why does the uneven surface lunge at my footsteps,
luring me into beneath.
Why do I struggle to see the sun, with it's iridescent glow, hiding behind every cloud.
Why can't I hear the rhythm of nature, blessing my ears with its heavenly song.
And why can't you feel for me, your warm hearts enough for us all.
