In the pits of sorrow 
I dwelt
On the Heartbreak Valley
I laid.
Drowned in the Lake of Tears
Bound with my shameful belt.
At Tygetsus’ feet,
A cold corpse, I was made.

Someone might ask,
Why I speak as a brute
And should I still blame my Parents
For tasting the Cursed Fruit?
Why must I be the fate
Of that pitfall?
Is it too great?
Or am I so small?

What is the disease
And what is the cure?
Would mercy-killing
Bring me healing for sure?

Could it be Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde
That made me evil and without pride?
Or are they just humans from the mind
Which keeps the truth behind?

Dad please give me a hand
Help me live in this Beastly land
My faults, My pride, My stupidity
The dent of a blissful eternity
I don’t deserve a place in your arms
Yet you restored my sonship and laid no harms

I feel the zephyr of Glory
Happy and no more lonely
With a word for me and human stones
That life’s more than a bunch of broken bones