How come I do not see
Seem to spill my dress
With all the ***** history

I was still young, just a flock
One of many helpless wealthy
Childs oh so unforgiving

Shiver down my back
Cold hands and shaky knees
I’ve been naive not to act

Shackles tight
All the weight
Unbearable to mend

Will you, standing with your head
In the clouds give me ease
So one day I can feel delight