How did I must come to thee?
Shadowed by the fact I see,
Why has thou forsaken me?
Darkness I see, hard to flee.
Chips of wood enough to light,
Ruptured with a flick of might,
Chances are slim, clutch and fight,
Cold and alone, dark as night,
Dirt and dust where I belong,
Take a stand to what I hold,
Step out to seek what I long for,
Strings still attached, firm and bold.