Woe to me this dreary world

Has taken all that I have known and left me with dust

With nothing but tears to shed and heartache to feel

But oh, how I pray that it may not last

Those before me are long and gone

Only now remainders of the past

What strength I must muster

To turn this utter despair into gold

This heaviness bears its cruel body onto my chest

And dare not leave until I gasp for air

Oh, leave me now, cruel one,

And let me rest