Baskadia

I was a lost soul, stuck on the dark.

Wondering around if I can still go back.

Collecting stones everytime I saw some -

to be used as a sign where I came from.

And what if the sun won't give me a light?

Monsters too strong, I can't fight.

I'll be begging with my knees on the ground,

Please help me, don't let me drown.

Honestly, I'm a man in callow.

Still survives with full sorrow.

I hope one day, an ethereal beauty -

will soon find and get me.