Here I am tears welling up,
  The sadness within my heart,
  pulling me into its abyss.
  Thoughts of my near ones,
  flow in streams o'er the mind -
  like frenzied deers in the wild
  chased by evil's shadow,
  waiting to eat life's joys.
  Why couldn't I cry out tears
  letting out the dread I bear?
  Why this mock courage,
  when my heart's to burst?
  I can't help envy that child,
  sitting here crying out loud.
  How I wish I were that kid,
  so none will tease my tears.
  Where'll I find a shoulder
  To lean upon and weep my tears
  Where the comfort for this sorrow
  that wretches my lifeless soul.
  Why not me but the ones I love?
  I ought to cry - the pain's much,
  These my tears - the words I write,
  The loud music is my comfort,
  piercing my grieved ears with pain.
  I wish I live not, to feel the pain
  Of losing a beloved.
  Lift me into your folds, God,
  For I'm no use to loved ones.
  I'm no coward, but Sir above;
  Its not me that's in pain.
  Give me the pain to be borne,
  It'll be a pleasure in life
  To die for someone that's mine.