When, falling comes depression to my mind
I find myself thinking on these things:
With lonely sorrow and my eyes ablind
Oh, how how can I compare to other beings?
I search for love but ever does it flee.
I wish for friends but never do they come.
Alone I am and ever shall I be,
Wandering between here and where I'm from.
But what is this, why choose I to persist
Upon these thoughts that lead to a dark end?
My name is scribed upon that highly list
Writ by he whos father chose to send.
Why fill my heart with doom and sinner's loss
When bought I was by blood upon that cross.
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