A feeling of loneliness
A showing of heartlessness
Soaring and flying
Living and dying
Inside this force, it grows
A felling we all know
Inside a darkness grows
From my head to my toes
Inside it rises up
And yes it pulls me down
I see an empty cup
Insignificance is my crown
For this I shed one tear
For there is few I fear
You persecute outside your preference
Merely proving your own insignificance
(c) Steven Forrester