• My own frighting hate
    As my tears become less
    To those of whom I may say
    That I myself cannot delay
    Crashing into a dark wall
    I lay in crumpled defeat
    At the bottom of your feet
    That I cannot stay
    For I shall run in dismay
    In a hurry of scrapping pavement
    I now know that I'm a afraid
    Lost of a full heart
    I then realise
    To be gone
    That I should find
    In ones soul the power
    Of a fool...