I am brought to my destruction, for alas I’ve lost direction, within my heart I’m torn. Reflections of times I can’t get over, torment has forced me here to wander to that reapers door and as I knock for death to greet me the reapers blade it never meets me. I’ve been saved before! Heaven’s grace it grant’s no favours, when life itself I’ve ceased to savour. And now I’m here again… lost, alone with no direction with nowt to own but my destruction. Tis’ death that’ll be my end; For this wound is sore. I’ve been saved before, but now I’m brought to my destruction, for alas I’ve lost direction within my heart is worn.