There lies a creature,
within my soul, at rest
There, its lain, since I was,
born out of wedlock, not the best.
I know it's true,
for I've been told,
You will soon be free.
Out in the cold.
There lies a creature,
within my soul, at rest
There, its lain, since I was,
born out of wedlock, not the best.
I know it's true,
for I've been told,
You will soon be free.
Out in the cold.