Through the tunnel I go, to go
Through the cycle of life, to live
Through another adventure, a new
Adventure unlike the past.
This cave is my only hope, hope leaving
This misreable death, death which
This envokes the wanting of rebirth, (as) a clean
Innocent young infant.
Where one life abused, she cried help
But of what use? None will heed to help.
Where Mother, Father are not the guardians
But of course the triggers. So she raised
The thin ice blade, sliced
The thin coating of her warm meat
With flowing crimson juice agate.
After death she found a cave, a cave
(The) Afterlife go through, through
(The) Aftermath of adventure of the past.
To have a future unlike the past.
