I am dead to myself
Without feeling, outside the reach of any help
I have no energy to fight my eternal battle
If only I were free, as if a horse without a saddle
My longing to live exist no more
I loved and died and lost once more
to end my suffering would help not any
I've tried and died once more of many
One thousand years have come and passed
Two thousand tears I've long surpassed
My nostalgic Quest to rest in peace
I shall not rest but when life has ceased
Two thousand Years have came and passed
My existence continues and my pain shall everlast
