Counting down on days with the grieve of
An innocent introvert priest on death row
Wonderin' why I reaped what I didn't sow.
Counting from ten straight down to one
But zero never come..

Night rolled days,
Days into months,
Months into years.

Hopes fades away leaving sweet nothing
Nothing but pleasant memories,
Memories soiled with solemn sounds
Like the the sound of two sorrowful flutes
Singing nothing but nothing last forever
Nothing ever did
Nothing.