There seems to be something odd,
A twitch of a branch, and indentation in the sod...

Justice is blind,
It has been raped...

Sailors are a tough breed,
An internal brotherhood, a stone-tough creed...

I look down at you,
Small poppet...

Time moves forward,
There is never a reprieve...

I'm freezing cold,
In the summer heat...

Don't cry for me, because it is my time,
My eyes are finally open, no longer am I blind...

I could not stop her pain,
The doctors could do no more...

Blasted noise,
Stupid boys...

1st Verse:
In a cold and lonely winter night...

Having thrown a few clothes in a bag,
I left this place long ago, and began to roam...

Moving through, a weird haze at my peripherals,
Walking on, something beyond the literal...