Chest pains are starting,
The signs are here again,
Oh dear pain, how I missed you,
You love me in spite of my disdain.

Lead becomes my blood,
My sight becomes a little hazy,
The sun is burning my skin,
But the creek water still feels amazing.
Birds are singing my certain defeat,
Winds accompany the leaven choir,
The stone steps are revigorating,
But my condition remains dire.

Have no mercy, my dear conductor,
I'm not going anywhere.
Running away, after all, seems useless,
If you're in the middle of nowhere.

So let me die,
And let me die some more,
And let my body feed your children,
And sate the thirst of doves.