The weight and the beating of his heart

A dark cloud weighs over his tired mind
 It follows him all around through thick and thin
 Draining those who cannot swim
 Love left him longing for another life
 Where his hidden treasures will be found
 But no one speaks the language on the map that leads to his heart
 Oh, his heart...
 With eyes shut he leans over the tower side
 For a chance to leave his sorry life that flashes by
 As his body hits the ground
 His last thought, and the beating of his heart
 Glory, the angels sing
 Finally he feels nothing
 And may his soul be praised, hallelujah
 Glory, the angels sing
 Finally he feels nothing
 And may his soul be praised, hallelujah
 Oh, his heart...
 The storm cloud leaves his young but tired mind
 And leaves his body to be found by passer-bys
 His bones broken on the ground
 The weight loss and relief of his heart