A simple cookie seems to be such a trifle
Of two simple words
Not meant much I suppose
Missing you
And with sudden flood all the memories
Of someone and somewhere
And all those friend's who've I've hurt
Of all the men who's hearts
Have broken by my voice
Of children lost and gone
Abandoned
Of brothers whose lives have been taken
Taken by their own hand.
Perhaps such simple words are just that
Simple words.
When in my mind, all I am is that
Simply words.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Variach, in the year 145 MA.