It fed on logic No ecstasy It involved All of the Slave And the throne As the lady continued to soar In the sorrow of her life Came the day She met another man His gentle love and care Was like patch warmth In the frozen hay Day by day She felt addicted In loosing her parent's pride And then came the time When in emptiness She could do nothing But call upon God She didn't want them To blame Either of the men Instead She desired to be written They all read her suicide note every day