There's a well behind me that's too deep Yet this well of sorrow continues to overflow Wolves scream, loud enough for me to hear Then there were hushed whispers Someone keeps calling out my name As if lulling me to sleep, the voice was clear and soft But the peace is overtaken by the tumult, As the wolves' yelps continue. My head is pulsating On the verge of blowing up I tried to move So I took several steps back I lost my grip and fell Only to find myself marooned in the well ...