There are no nights in this world,
For I lay awake.
There is no peace in this world,
For my soul is troubled.
There is no Death,
For I know not mourn.

There is no kindness,
For my knees are skinned and my clothes torn.
There is no guidance,
Behold my road obscured.
There is no silence,
As the drums outbeat my heart.

There is but thirst,
And all water taste like tears.
There is but hunger,
And hunger for a distant happiness.
But cold,
For warmth is you.