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I woke up, in my own grave, suddenly entombed

I felt so helpless knowing there was nothing I could do

My hands were ripped apart to bits and bloody shreds

Just clawing at the wooden box that meant my certain death

I tasted the wicked brew of dirt and my own tears

This was the manifestation of my darkest fears

I laid my head back, accepting where I was

I knew if I was gonna live I’d need help from above

I will make you one with the earth that gave you life

Struggle as you will to resist, but vengeance is mine tonight

With this shovel in my hand I pile dirt, rust, rock and steel

Twelve feet over you ensures it’s me to whom you kneel

I attempted to adjust my eyes and break this frozen glare

I pleaded to my maker as I struggled to catch air

Why me? I’m so young, my life has just begun

So many things to do in this world that I’ve never done

Frantic, I cracked the wood and pushed away the sand

I will not let myself be snuffed out by stranger’s hand

Relentless, climbing towards a chance to live my life

At last my fight is almost over crawling towards the light