In heavens a soul dwells
A celestial body is absent and unscathed
As I await my ruins end,On this soil until the one who comes
Alas! There is no gladness, in the human race
No fulfillment, the third highs reward, to my instantaneous sufferings
I knelt to pray for solace and love, which still hath not come my way
I beg and plead that my finish comes fast, as there is no glee in existing
I beg and plead that this pain don’t last, and six feet under I be.
