Sitting here on the dark cold ground
feeling sad just looking around
grey hearth and sky is all I see
asing myself if I should be
the wind is pain the pain is wind
I feel that this will never end
darkness cold and tearfulness
nothing more nothing less
as depression engulfs my mind
nothing jovial do i find
now its over
it was just a dream
I now am happy do I deem.
No there are four of us Kennies soul is still trapped inside Cartmans body.