There are three curses of the soul
And each in turn take their toll
Upon me 
For all I feel and know
All I see

First is the curse of knowing too much
Secrets thought forgotten in the dust
Things I can never pull from my head
Things that keep me awake in my bed

Second is another of excess
Caring to much, dying in the process
Wishing only to bring you back to life
Wishing only to do what is right

Last and the most cruel of them all
The fire at the bottom of the fall
That which keeps me crawling through
The trench of darkness to find you

Hope, a poison of heart and mind
Hope to one day be kind
To give you back sight
To see your smile so bright
For this I would die
Maybe then I would see the light