Here I lye thee,
My soul is now set free,
With this I hold,
My story which was not told,
The key to the lock,
The lock to my heart,
Here the story starts,
My soul, black full of lust,
My soul, slowly turning to dust,
My heart trys to go on but bleeds,
It then needs to conceed,
My tears turn into fears,
Fears turn into missing years,
I am away,
here to stay,
Therefor,
You need not me,
To be set free.
