Why?Why? Why? Why do we die?
Why not tell the reason why?
Why not face the doom or fly?
Why do we but live for others to cry?
In DarknessI need help,
For I am lost,
I am alone,
I move slowly,
There is no one there to help me.
I am lost,
I cry softly,
No one there,
In the emptiness.
I am broken,
There is no one there to find me.
I am captured,
In this world,
I march on,
Past rocks and scree,
I know nothing, nothing of worth,
To help me survive this heartless earth,
All I know is that it is not me,
Who chooses what I will do or be,
And that there is no one there to set me free.