I stand before you and scream,
And still you don't notice me.
I beg for your mercy,
And I barely get a glance.
I pour my soul into your glass,
And you do not savor the taste?

I shed tears and blood to try
to make you see what you really
mean to me. But you stare at
me with cold eyes, silence is
the only thing that abides,
like sand in a rip tide.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Arios, in the year 100 MA.