Turn the pages to this end
Ink undone
Blobs of black
Line the bitter ends
Okay what now
Do we have to show this life
What we used to be
We once could see
Okay what now
Can the forests tell
The trees so tall
The world small
Words forgotten
children race
Run through streets
without embrace
Dear friend
Future Queen King
What now
What more
Can such life bring
My life has given all such can offer
Okay, what now
Can you expect from me
Okay, what now
Can I expect from thee
