Gone again on another tour,
Down into the darkness through its welcoming door.
Alone I travel, no one at my side,
Into the corridor, long, dark, and wide.
The floors pass by me as I descend
Down through the corridor, down towards the end.
Deeper and deeper, the descent never stops;
So far down now, I can barely see the top.
The farther down I go, the more I cease to care;
No one can help me, no one will dare
Alt. end
And yet someone could help me, if he chose to do so;
He could help me, this I know.
He could save me from this darkness, this too familiar friend.
He could save me from this horrible, unknown, angry end.
It would only take a little effort, just a bit of trying,
But for now I am always found alone and constantly crying;
Not always on the outside, but always crying within,
For until that time when he decides, I will be gone again.
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