There must be somewhere – I don’t know where – but where there’s something more than grief.
And there must be a place, which I have no knowledge of, but there must be a place that doesn’t make me want to leave.
I’m not sure when it started, nor do I know how or why; but sometimes I wonder if I could set the timer to tell my heart it can cease its cry.
What is there for me to gain in a world that only cares to cause us pain?
And where is that they talk about, the famous brightest side that should suffuse me with joy and pride?
I would give the arm and leg – both feet, hands and even my head
I would gladly pay, in its full and wholesome sum, every penny of the most infamous king’s ransom
If only I could buy my ticket out of this onerous flesh imprisonment
That to my mind brings nothing but decrepit torment.
It gets darker and I must go – I can already hear my darling blackbird.
How I missed you my dear – my love, my greatest fear.
It comes for me once more and I… This time I shall come back, nevermore.
