Father, they don't have names,
Mother, is it their soul that I take,
is it mine, sister,
am I truly their brother.

what family have we,
us of the sorts with no further resort but to break,
I dance because I shake,
I bleed into a lake while beauty is my only sake.

How can it be, how can I seem, why can I dream,
but the stars are like birds afar, whose wings I just barely cannot make, their song, it seems fake.