I sit under the moon,

On a cold winter night.

To this fate, I am doomed.

This fate, to lose my fight.

I sit by a lake,

Where the water runs cold.

I've gone on this long for your sake,

But I feel so old...

I strip my clothes ans lay them down,

I poise myself on the banks of the river.

The river flows on, without a sound.

As I wade in, lost forever.