The trains go by,
Pounding through my vains
Is the desire for home
The sounds swirl round
Inside my head and I
See the world rush on.

Here, here upon this plot of ground
Let me feel secure
Now, now take my life from me
I don't want anymore

Down this drink
In its current, I,
I will wash away
Take my head between
Your loving breasts
In your soul I am safe.

Apostate hymn
By one corrupt, dark man
It will find its lonely way
Above to you eventually
Will you remember me?

- author unknown