Zion
I'm scared out of my mind; I'm alone; I'm thirsty; I'm wounded. I'm
wandering in this barren wasteland. I'm so weak that I stumble and
fall to the ground a couple of times every few minutes. I don't want
to die, but I feel as if I don't want to live either. I long to
return home and return to those I love, but I can't. My darkness,
chains, and debts wait for me there and chase me even here. They're
no more than a day behind me in travel.