There’s a hole at my feet
that I know I must fill
and as long as it’s there
I cannot be still
Don’t know where it comes from
or how it appears
But it may be how
I cope with my fears
It seems like I work
to pay an unfair bill
that was handed to me
against my will
But, for the most part
I think I’ll survive
As long as I don’t bury
myself alive