No one doth care To remember mine name No one doth care Of from which I came
I come and I go And as I grow There are none who follow As I stride in straight rows
Some may I like And some may I hate But always in psych I know mine own fate So weather I wish Or weather I don't I always do wisp Away though I won't Be remembered by any In these places I go For as I see many None do I know
Written with a more old-English feel, just for the hell of it.