Describe my nightmare, troubled unhealthy, a loss of hair.simple I am, nothing or thought to be, another day I sleep and wait, to shield with light, their willing hate. Mistakes I have, won’t let me be. But she looks and so I’m free. Tonight is new, problems gone. We faced it all and they’ll sing on. Quest renewed marching true, together pick up, the troubled few, no fight be needed,because hope lives on. In hearts.