A lone night he walked,
fighting the stones God he was tired,
A terrible boulder he carried,
his heart was enervated,
Workshop for his body wasn't far,
Mystery was clear in his eyes,
God had taken the most beautiful flower from his life,
Existence was nothing but a burden for him,
As he had lost his purpose from within,
With slow steps he carried himself to his bed,
wondering with more time if could have solved his mess,
given up he thought it was for the best,
He gave his life where everyone else was dead.