The tale of the forgotten who was found.

My soul was sold

on the day I was born.

My heart grew cold

and my opinions got torn.

I did not know where to place my believe.

I was always told

never to mourn
With nothing to hold

when oaths were sworn

I was left ignorant and I became to naive.

I was to be scold

And I was to be scorn.

I was not so old

but yet I was outworn.

I was the great victim of loves decieve.

Then you came along

and took my believe

and placed without anyones reach.

To you I belong

I know it's naive

but you still leave me without speech.

You made me strong

there was no decieve

with you, of days I will value each.