• As I sit there alone..
    In the silver woods..
    You..
    Sit there with all of your treasures,
    All of your goods,
    I am shamed to be sorrowful,
    I am shamed to be free...
    As, you call me a fool..
    I am of no need..
    You..
    The one with fortune and fame..
    You..
    The one who has caused me pain..
    Use the ones you should love..
    The ones who give you care..
    As you strike things with a bash..
    You throw the ones you love...
    Away like another piece of trash..
    As you run away,
    You think your problems will disappear..
    When These things are real...
    You will realize..
    You are consumed in Shame and fear.