Walking along in despair, no one else is
aware,
The turmoil we fell.
Oh, how we wish it could be sealed,
A depression that is heavy, with a
weight low in the belly.
No one cares, even when they know.
And so it is not long for blood to flow.
Soon after remorse is seen, but how
hollow it must be,
For no one cared in life,
So why now in death?