Had not he done his selfish deeds
There would be far less of me
Alive and well, able to breathe
But he did them, and they were filled with greed

The power quickly burned his head
And slowly he began to make the bed
In which I breathed my last breath
Before lying peacefully in my death

But still you do not understand
How it felt to touch your hand
After so many years all by myself
My life a story on a dusty shelf

So now I hope with all my heart
You will not leave before we start
Our journey across the empty land
Together forever, hand in hand