Woe be my weary soul and sickened mind
To have turned living into a task
And loving into a burden
Dear heart of mine with scars of gold
Listen not to the wanderings of wayward thoughts
Or to the murmurings of darkened doubts
Hear instead the sunlit songs of fleeting bird
Of singing streams
See only the morning dew as it lays on budding leaves
And shines through spider silk with beauty of a thousand gems
How could these eyes become so blind
As to not see the beauty that has layn before me
How evil is the thought that the mere workings of a troubled girl
Should be held higher in one's mind than the infinite expanse of time and space
And life itself
How selfish is the hope that wandering eyes
Might see the tears that leak from her very heart and drip to flooded floor
And lend a hand to hoist her mind
Towards sunlit paths of life
