Running To The Edge Of The World

Like it is my very last day on Earth,
I’m full of regrets like the Underworld;
And my heart is so stock with dirt,
That I am choking , oh, dear Lord.

oOo

You gave me reasons to breathe, anyway,
And, that is realy, all that I need;
To continue to fight another sorrow day,
In this dying world, set up on speed,
In this pathetic life on the edge of the grid.