A heart filled with lead

A soul on an anchor

A mind pulled into a saclueded dark

Rivers of life closed by a dam 

that I helped to build

nothing to flow through

To cleanse my body or renew my soul

so I turn ghostly white

I have no fight, left in me

A heart filled with lead

A soul on an anchor

A mind pulled into a saclueded dark

So tell me what to do lord

if you are real speak to me

or if not, let my die, let me be

A light, a word

but not from you

an angel you send

A heart filled with lead

A soul on an anchor

A mind pulled into a saclueded dark

Words just enough for a fight to begin 

weak because of the drought 

I'm not much of an opponent

But the golden nectar lies on the other side

a flood comes pouring out of my eyes

red comes from out my hands

A heart filled with lead

A soul on an anchor

A mind pulled into a saclueded dark

I must keep fighting, I must win

but as I beat the dam I see no end

A crack! A silence! A pain lefted away as a cold stone plummits!