Help me, please! I feel the sides of my coffin, in the deep underground of your mind. I am cold, and though I am weak, I live. You can still bring me back.
Help me to understand! You were younger than anyone, kindness and wonder shared your heart and you could laugh and cry. The friend you found would last for ever.
Who are you? How did you grow cold, in the weakness of your mind? You can still bring me back.
Why did you stop caring? To hurt your friend, to make her cold and weak. The wonder you once shared could make her cry.
Help me, please. This coffin is sinking in the underground away from life. Bring me back!