In a land that's cold, dark and drear
Full of shadows and ripe with fear
A lonely soul resides in here
But his cries for help none can hear.
Or do they hear and just ignore?
He's without hope for something more.
Blood with tears together will pour
Freshly scarred wrists just like before.
And there he stands, still so alone.
You turn away with lofty tone.
And so, for his sins to atone,
The knife thrust through his heart of stone.
How oft did we turn from his face?
Did we deny him saving grace?
Last night his life he did erase.
Now it's our fault he's in That Place.
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