He crawls/
Like a worm through the dirt/
Tunneling to aprivate heaven/
He searches for salvation of the mind/
Watching the time pass by/
He isn'tstressed, as I,when help doesn't arrive/
As two refugees wepass in slow silence/
He looks to me for help/
And I am unable to stand for my own weakness/
We are both branded beings/
Fading people on a dying heaven/
He's searching and waiting and praying for something I don't understand/
And he's leaving me behind/
As Istruggle with the weight of decisions that I've never made/
He's leaving me behind/
And I don't understand.