• I walked and cried in a dark world,
    Through places with hate and deceit.
    And even though I didn’t want to go on,
    I still picked up my feet.

    Through places with hate and deceit,
    I walked through a big fire,
    Still picking up my feet,
    I died from the heat.

    I walked through a big fire,
    And now I am dead,
    I died from the heat,
    And that I cannot dread.

    I walked and cried in a dark world,
    Through places with hate and deceit,
    I walked through a big fire.
    I died from the heat.