• Through the valley I go,
    Shrouded in shade,
    Feeling ever so low,
    You don’t know what you made,
    You don’t even know my name,
    My hope is waning,
    My legs feel as if they’ve gone lame,
    Farther into the valley I go,
    Lungs burning & day,
    I realize I’m starting to die.
    So I find the bottom of the vale,
    And there’s a sign all draped in a veil.