In the dead of night not a person in sight 
I walk the street of unending sorrows 
My tears are streams of countless pain
I walk, fists clenched, dragging the shovel

My feet takes me to an unknown land
Leafless trees and cold hard stones
Stones with names I do not know
Names that mark helpless souls

Soul; what is that? Where is mine?
Questions that will never be answered

At the edge of the land a nameless stone
I walk over and begin to dig
Deeper deeper deeper deeper 
Sweats of blood drip into the dirt 

In the dead of night not a person in sight 
I lie in my grave counting the stars 
Slowly and quietly I slip away 
Away from the world, from all I have known 
Still in my death I cry tears
My tears are streams of countless pain