There is no pain,
There is no love,
No feelings to be found.
Nothing seen
But streams of blood
And darkness all around.

A tender voice,
A voice so sweet,
Trying to be heard.
Two eyes that stare,
Two eyes they meet,
Is somebody there?

A reaching hand,
A hand that shakes,
Draws pictures in the air.
It feels the touch
Of fingers five,
Sombody is near.