Closer and Closer hands rubbed dry with sweat
As fatigue cripples him, he continues on
Through swamps he treads, cold and soaking wet
The search for what was there and now is gone

A dense forest looms, filled with pain
Anguish and strife like a child alone
Filled with others collapsed, slain
The harder he works, the more forest is grown

His eyes are blind, he can not see
If he only knew, so much was to obtain
His search should be slow and easy
Or true love is never to be found again