• The night was dark,
    My fear struck far,
    As the children played,
    My mind decayed,
    This ground they played,
    A souless place,

    I watched them o' so cheery and dear,
    Till I found out I wasn't here,
    As time flowed by as a gentle wave,
    I questioned what's to save,

    My body hot,
    My mind on hold,
    And even that my soul was cold,

    I stared out long,
    My mind betrayed,
    That I had found the Madness played,
    And so I gave and there I stayed,
    Watching those children play their games,

    But do fear not I'm gettin well,
    But only time can truely tell.