In the terrible storm alone I stand

                      With nobody there to hold my hand

No body there to hear my cries

                                     To see me in pain nobody has eyes

My nerveless nation does not care

                              Siting in darkness I blankly stare

My nebbish people can never make me free

                                         This chat about me would end like a spree

Alone in a cell, I’ll sit and wait

                      For death creeping towards me

And laughter of my poor fate

                                     Alone here, I will sit and wait

With my head so heavy and

                         Filled with sorrow and hate