He hath set me in dark places, I know it's for my good. This seat is uncomfortable, The atmosphere is damp and cold. My company here is unremarkable, I want to go home. As they that be dead of old. I'm stripped of my dearest fashions Laid in a crypt, not of my choosing. Covered over, out of sight, long forgotten. I'm waiting to hear my name called, Waiting in dark places for light.