Have you ever felt, the
pain inside
where you have to travel, hell to find
well I have, when I'm
not with you.
All I want is to see the sun above
but here I am, beneath the dust
and all I can see, is
someone I can trust.
Is it you?
Question answered, with those eyes
a perfect picture, burned in the mind
and from the debris tired hands did climb.
From atop the mound
the lethargic soul, was here and found
with angelic tears the prince is crowned
and a cross is put upon, the human ground.