Although my face hath seen the light, Mine eyes, downcast, grow dim, And dwell on my internal blight, And circumstances grim, For doth a curse wrap 'round my heart, Like hard and ice cold steel, And through the pain I fight to breathe, And struggle not to kneel, My heart doth break, my mind is rent, My soul doth cry a plea, And in the dark, I find with fear, I am alone with me.
