Garland -

In this godforsaken bitterness

I rest with my hands on your hands

As I am mislead

Now I dream of dreams everlasting

Of an uncursed world with dreamland sky

How I bleed in this social wilderness

I grow old without the promised beauty

I grow old without the live that I dreamed of

Hold me tight

I don’t want to leave

Pull me tight

I don’t want to die