My legs are cold my arms are numb
Of late I have often accused of being dumb

Assuring you, it is just a passing phase
Till the protagonist finds the will to hit erase

My memories and everything I left behind
No vacant dream these  eyes will find

I soldier on as soldiers often do
Carry the cross beyond tiredness too

All the while I sing this tale
Never again I will fail

To recognize what to write from wrong
And how else can I end this song