Out of the woods

He lay there in the middle of the desert
Thirsty for a cup
Beside an oasis
The scorching heat wasn't kind on his skin
And as he sought for clarity
He asked how I keep running but never arriving
How is it that every step takes me further and further
Then he realised that what he wanted wasn't the water
Rather Relief from the wolves
It was then that he decided the journey to salvation was shorter but painful
For its only when you learn can you walk out of the desert and in to Eden
There you'll find solace
Not in a stranger but
In a place you've been before
Where i found my worth

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