Of huge melancholy and tender sadness I write as I weep, my sorrow strengthens. This capable hand desperately tried to write And this hopeless soul has plenty to fight. Childhood days gone, present time lives on. With a multitude of people looking strong. And tears still escape my eyes, And in their glorious flight, apparent weaknesses arise. And once again, wonder is felt. Whom to turn to when everyone has left. I deserve nothing in the first place. Better shut me off like a useless warrior in solace.