Oh, burdened are the excess of humanities woes
from corner to corner,
foolish cries are caught
their expectations inject most fervently
though otherwise argued facts not prudent to the cause
withheld is my discretion,
away from all the world
never again to believe a word from lying lips that preach too much
from now until eternity,
weary are actions of this cautious mind
I am the fool
Shell de Toni 