Walk your path with pride and honor,
As your human heart dectates.
Sing your songs with ove and hatred
As you know and you forget.
Wish your goals with full of heart,
Hear the voices shout.
Princes go and princes come
With priceless gifts of age and pride.
And as the path grow longer, stronger
You seem to lose what that is fonder.
The moon might cry, the moon might sing
And I may stay and wait with ache.
But just as princes come and bring
My gifts will never be as faske.
What love may do may be of horror
The idea shines as easy lust.
For all the time I cry with terror
You sell your body and your soul.

How I mourn for all that's lost
For mostly mine you speak.
I've always cried, I've always moaned,
Yet never love made peak.
How frustration conquers when pain projects,
How hatred can only be of love.
If things were lost with long gone rain
My heart posseses the caring years.
Promises fail with unmade heroes
As whispers in the darkness melt.
Things may obsess as I have hungered,
Yet always comfort came with age.
And as you bear the child of friendship
As tratory with accepted mourning came,
Through fathers, servants, lovers, wives
You slit my wrists, sharpen your knives.
Abraham despaired with dawn
As Hagar took his failing pride.