I am a fugitive stranded on a desert island,
Having been blinded from direction of all paths...

Consistent drumming,
Instruments shyly humming...

I don't want to face it, not one bit,
There's nothing that I need to admit...

Beyond the shadows lies a creature so horrid,
That all who hears its sinister name spoken...

All is still, too motionless, as wonder creeps...
Standing in awe, taking a glimpse of the effects...

I felt my blood rushing through my skin,
Something was going to happen...

Verse 1: What will I do now that you're gone?
It's like my life was taken away...

I'm sick of all your crying,
You just keep on pouting...

My alert heart is racing, beating fast,
Praying and hoping to not arrive last...

The true meaning of Easter time,
Does not consist of candy and sweets...

Choices.
Both good and bad...

Sighing heavily with relief as I climb into bed,
A good night's sleep awaits me, finally arriving...