I believe that I shall dress in white,
And make solitude my friend.
Shut the doors and bar them tight,
Myself be it's own end.
For my eyes have seen enough,
Of  a world for me.. forbidden.
If there be diamonds in the rough,
They've been too well hidden.
Though little I've been witness to,
Oh, what power! Oh, what might!
To make so much of oh so few,
And dress me up in white!