Why did I let them bring me here, This place of darkness, shadows, fear. I must escape, escape I must, For no- one here knows any trust. Should I go that way, or this way forward, A beacon I shall walk toward, To return then to the land I knew, Rejoin my luck with the holy few. This street does not need me now, And worries fill my caring brow, For the ones I long to see, So I could live in harmony. But this street it shows the soot, Of places gone and footsteps put. What treasures is it hiding? Upon my feet I'm flying, For survival of the one, Whom I seek by his own son. But venture down I go again, To rest in pain without, within.