The cold damp earth beneath me chills my blood.

I want to beat with warmth and compassion,

But all I have is solitude in mud,

Buried deep in eternal damnation.

Dark, cold, and alone, I lay on the floor

Only to feel the chill take me over.

I cry, but no one hears me anymore,

No one feels my deepest hidden fervor.

My beat is slowing with each passing day,

And with it the compassion I once I had.

I keep searching my small cage for a way

Because this hopelessness might turn me mad.

I hold on by a thread, just keep beating,

Just keep waiting, just keep waiting… waiting…