There is a tomorrow
It is hope I bring you home
When you find you may have lost
In the wilderness of the internet maze
You may want to cry
Listening to the wind whirring in your ears
Telling you have to hurry
Before the dark shadows come to play
In the maze of patterns
You see it all in your eyes
The dots of red lights
Blinded you of your sight
You whisper my name
Let the wind carry it through
It is hope I bring you home
There is a tomorrow
In the maze of patterns
You will make it through
You know I will be there
Walking with you to the lights
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