Am I full of fault again?
Have I found myself in yet another ditch?
Muddied and torn,
benevolent but empty?

**** it, I was hoping for more

I was quietly wishing,
that a hand like yours,
would dip into these icy waters and save me from drowning

I was dreaming of a prince,
who could place me in the sun.
Somewhere soft and clean.
Where I could get dry,
where I could find warmth.

You had a white horse,
but you weren't my prince.
You galloped up and over my mountains
and laid waste to my fields.

So, here is where you left me,
to become one with the earth.
Crushed under the weight,
of those arrogant hooves.