He who shall take my heart and feast upon
Would only feel the bitter taste of woe
For I have been a lonely tearful pawn
No friend, no lover, even as I grow
A single soul roaming this grey sad earth
I long for an embrace to hug away
The worry. And make me feel I am worth
Loving. Since I am frail, made out of clay
Yet, forsaken I find myself to be
Banished, in a deserted island of
broken dreams. An abandoned sick tree
I was, tired and detached like a cursed dove
Oh, what life am I forced and pushed to live?
I see no God to bribe, no gifts to give
