One step at the time
  Small progess seems futile
  But is as valuable as life
  I'm engaged to longing
  With sorrow as the ring
  Controlling me, denying me
  My every morning is in every way
  The beginning of a recreation day
  Time heals, but still the mourning reigns
  I still breath when the loss reminds me again
  I am here
  Life is fear and sorrow's all I know
  Am I in dept cause so it seems
  But what I owe
  I don't know
  Devoured by guilt & cursed beyond control
  My every morning is in every way
  The beginning of a recreation day