Under the ground where my prison lay After days I stopped counting My world was built around the dungeon for years
Where they put my heart to stay
Every time I looked forward to the sun ray
But this very day the sun seemed longer to show its face
My anger I stopped venting
About my situation I stopped vexing
I got used to not counting my days
Most of my months have been in this pit of tears
And my weeks the same old fears
So it must be useless to count my days
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