There are still these moments, my heart will wander
And my mind will ponder,
My ears will ring and my thoughts will bother.
All these moments I lay there in squander,
For all my calls, there remains no responder,
And all my filth, no one can launder.
Wanting to be righteous, but I keep getting wronger.
My emptiness grows, that depression's grip stronger.

Yet, in all these moments, my heart, it still wanders.
I try to wake up, but in...