Oh Sir, dear Sir
Can I take this mask off?
Will you go running off as well
Along with the other strangers
Oh Sir, dear Sir
It’s awfully hot in these clothes
Long pants and shirts
That hide my body
Would you mind if I didn’t wear them?
Oh Sir Stranger, dear Stranger
Could you yield me some freedom?
Some air for these lungs?
My wounds need healing
My scars yearn for time time
My soul craves rest.
Oh Sir dear Sir
This pain is too great
Im resigned to my fate
You just stood by and watched
But at least you never left.
Oh Sir, dear Sir
give me rest
I feel myself cave
So start digging my grave
For when the storms bring me down.