In this hour, as shades wrap me in,
I'm trying to leave, just not to live in sin.

The warm soft joy of life,
has just killed me,
in the shape of a cold sharp knife.

It has stabbed me not just once or twice,
but for every sin I have made,
it stabbed me a thousand times.

The sound of drifting water, again I will not hear,
only the voices of the people screaming for life,
silently in fear.