“If I die in this world, who will know something of me? I am lost, no one knows, there’s no trace of my yearning. But I must carry on, nothing worse can befall. All my fears, all my tears, tell my heart there is a hole. I wear a void, not even hope. A downward slope is all I see. As long as breath comes from my mouth, I may yet stand the slightest chance. A shaft of light is all I need to cease the darkness killing me.”