Now in hand,na choice ahead.nBuried in sand.nOnce blessed, now dead.nnWake from my dreamnso it may seem still I regretnAnd I make sure is?nnAll is gonen(To the hate hunting me)nStill lost, somehow.nnTo understand I must ..?nI dig with both handsnthrough a promise I keptnnDeeper I love, more I awakenAnd all that I tooknwas not mine to takennAll is gonen(To the hate hunting me)nStill lost, somehow.n(to the tears blinding me)