What gain thee?
When stumps on my path thee put
When thou colour my fortunes dark
And hinder my merited favours
What gain thee?
When you paint me bad
When you plant evil in their hearts
And I am scorned
What does it profit you?
When unceasingly tears cascade down my face
When my day once lovely
becomes gloomy on thy behalf
And my fair world unfairly clouded
When I stand unjust trial
For a troy I know not
When my true loyalty is questioned
I pause....in tears to ask the disturbing question
What gain thee?
