June 26th (year unknown)

Wind sweeping between the length of trees

In a quiet terrain with cones crunching underneath

The feet of lost souls searching for the summit

Of salvation, desperately stridding away from damnation

Praying it’s a feasible distance to heaven

Just one step closer, forward to a promising tomorrow

Anywhere is more inviting than the present

Breathing in the pine and nature

The only way to freedom is to detox the system.

ⒸAyalaRain