I hear a cry from deep inside the ashes
Behind the rubble, within the dust
Under bars of cold hard steel
Rotted away from rotten rust.

A scream of confusion out loud so loud
Dying to know what possessed this soul.
Of a thousand evils, they're passing through
And spinning me a depression hole.

A voice honest, loyal, loving, just,
Unlike the raiding evilness inside me.
My real side, which seldom comes
And rescues what tormenting day would be.

It takes control of my life
And is confused as for what to do.
Not knowing if that year-old virus
Is proving to myself very true

Considers the options,
To wait one last time,
Or to throw that out,
For an entire new chime.

It knows what to do,
With its own mind
But there's this heart
That makes the past bind.