From the cold depths of my hollowed soul
I cry
With my heart in tatters and filled with rage
I cry
My ears ring with loathsome sounds of tragedy
And I cry
Where is there kindness in my world
Who will save me
Who will comfort me – When I cry
And so,
I meander down the mountainside
Into the valley that would test the resolve of my fear.
No, I have no time for plunder this time around
My journey is a deeper one than that.
While I’ve hidden away upon the mountain,
While I’ve terrorized those, who trespassed upon my land,
I find my ill-sodden soul too heavy to bear the fruits I’ve sown.
Alas, I seek my final resting place among strangers.
God help me!
