Pleading. Mama? I wanna go home.
Sung quietly. Nearer my God to thee
Panic. Oh get me outta here.
Nearer to thee
But it hurts, mama.
E'en though it be a cross
No. It hurts me mom.
That raiseth me.
Pleading. Shirley? Where are you?
Still all my song shall be
Nearer my God to thee
They're gonna kill me.
Though like the wanderer
Whispered. Don't let them hurt me.
The sun gone down
Shana, help me. Shana?
Darkness be over me
Mumbling. Eyes closed.
My rest a stone
Mom? Shirl?
Still in my dreams I'll be
Don't leave me.
Nearer my God to thee
Quiet mumbling.
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