Lost alone

Hope forgone

Crying god

You worthless crone

No love shown

My shirt long gone

On the first whose cold could thaw

And years not days I passed away

Forsooth no lack of thanks would stop me
1/2 pause
Id say my jobs more then flattery

But now everyday is pain

And all I saved still wastes away

My philanthropy now martyr days

And worse for ware I'm, lets endeavor

**** god hell I could do better