Pain. Pain is like standing in the rain.
You're cold, you feel old, as you dig the dirt, searching for gold.
But pain isn't the only thing in the way. You're trying to find the light of day.
You relentlessly search for a happier light, you try, with all of your might.
The darkness comes, it prevails, as you find your way into the veil.
You start to follow the light, like a little kid trying to catch his kite.
You long for a brighter day, because you died in the month of May.
