Can you tell me what remains
When one is tired of life and tired of living
What hope is left when all love brings is pain?
What good comes from the mind
That feels no remorse from a thousand injuries past
How one can love with fragments of a broken heart?
Tears of misery pour down
From sadden lakes of pain and fall like shards of glass upon my soul
Piercing through the flesh of time and come to rest in loneliness
Can you tell me
When the rain will end and the sun shine bright once more
When sleep will come and memories of grief
Will no longer be the bearer of the insomnia of life?
Can you tell me
When suffering ceases to be my only best friend
Where the green grass grows and where rivers of joy
Flow silently into the horizon and darkness shall be no more?