Bass singing low
I am alone at night, hard to remember, hard to forget.
The wilderness is too wild, gray over the low sky.
How many times have you bowed your head to go in a panic.
Fate or madness, where the road is going.
In the face of loneliness and unknown, I face the wind and rain.
The wounded heart continues.
I'm a low singing bass, sad melody, who can
Feel my existence, I really exist.
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