All that I feel is lots of sorrow,
all I that I want is just to sleep.
And in nostalgia I wallow,
and so my inner voice is strict.

The days go by but feel like years,
the torture's slow and has no end.
And from the depths I bring those fears,
that you 'll be gone and I won't mend.

I'm trying so hard not to cry,
but empty I feel as though I'm dead.
I ask a thousand times "why?",
but all I hear is tears being shed.

Help me to find again my spark
help me in seeing the good in evil.
Don't want no more to be in the dark
assist me in my soul's retrieval.