I called out into the night
lost, not able to see.
I called and called and called for help
but no one came to me.
I desired a savior,
a protector, a friend,
a father, a mother,
family, and kin,
but that life was not set for me.
Only one thing was set for me
and that thing for me was set.
Only one thing was set for me,
and that was simply death.
I'm supposed to die for something,
but would it die for me?
Is it true that death,
is such a bad destiny?
I yearn to know what is it for?
What is so greatly true,
that it would take the life of me,
and not the life of you?
So in the forest I will cry,
for those who will never come to me
I'll pray and pray and pray for light,
but never again will I see.
