Wept my soul for a moments past, and held the somber tone.
With no moments left to last, near the witching stone.

Cast my shackles to the side, just beyond my fear.
And purge the truth from inside, so everyone can hear.

Harrowing hurt fades to black, and ideals shell away.
Exposing what it is I lack, and bled for on this day.

I marked your name with a vow, and held back what I rehearsed.
Summing up within the now, to bleach my mortal curse.

I grit my teeth and held my breath, to finally expose the truth.
Near the witching stone I stand alone, and threw away my youth.