We lost our purpose, filled with shame,
returning, horseless, to where we came
from, what I've heard, some mysteries
have fallen and words were broken down.

When she is around I feel like the clown
dating back from long ago, history's
ill remembered stories still told today.
I would make it all undone, if you say

so I will do so, all if it could change, strange
how during I was so proud and sure
but now I cry out loud looking for a cure.
Walking around, gazing upon the sky,

why did I have to act, with sorrow, is this my
best as possible? Because then I fear tomorrow.