S.W.H
The Reason I Survive

Across the plains of this torment
dost a wretched soul wander
14 years of rain upon it in so painful a torrent
for e're trying to find relief upon yonder'
And thus, to the nigh goddess beauty
whom saved thy life and put thy heart at ease
an oath to her i placed my solemn duty.
her soothing voice, calming like a gentle breeze
sir forth, once agian, in this hollow, horrid shell of thee
life, hope, and emotion i'd given up to try and find
to put into music where words cannot be
for her on this day, a soul so hard to find