Who would ever want to hear one's desperate cry,
Full of sadness,
Hopelessness,
Desperation.
Who would ever want to hear the dying screams of pain,
Brokenness,
Pain,
Left there without a heart to bleed.
For what can one do without a heart?
What can one do without a soul?
When all that bitterness of this world,
Can take everything from you
For what can we do without a living spirit?
Agony was never one of us,
Never part of us,
Not our kind.
It lied to us,
Now we must no longer be blind,
Because we knew what it would do what its done
For what can we do without a saviour?
