I have yet to die. I have yet to cry. Tears need to flow from my eyes. I want to give up, crying and dying, and saying googbye. I have no ressurance. I have no indurance. I have too much pain. It's like my heart has been slain. I no longer have love. I have only me and my black dove. I have yet to miss, the life I wanted of simple bliss. I have written a poem. I have yet to show 'em. Incapable of dying, I live moaning and crying. I see the light, yet, I can't move a smight. I will move on. My soul can carry on. I can make it back, yet it's strength I lack. Help me. And your friend I will be.