“The Day... I Lived"
Sometime we feel alone, at least I know I do half of the time,
Echos of my sorrow pour out in the midst of the day,
Lead me to the way of the richest and dazzle me with gold.
Could that be the key to my happiness,
A material thing but also a natural object such as gold,
Let it be something that’s pure as the young and worth more than the wise.
Call to the Gods for I have sinned on my own grave….