Hidden In the Soul

a wonderer hidden in thee a woe of no hope only to call upon minds of those who provoke Winter shall warm my mind only to provail until i submit my mind on a pathlesst trail a living sinkhole deep within a pitless pit alone succured in a mist of lislistness Oh! thou that crave a beam of light only to be tormented by fitfull fright curled in mind body and soul can't turn back oh so old told only the darkness within to shy away so my soul can mend not driven away