Singing praises was never a featureEncouraged in me or my kind.Every time they remain with my hand to my mouth,The crowded borders leave me colour-blind;Pushing me for the death warmed upAnd the flowers and fur to parade,In the time that it takes for the ritual wakeThey've broken all the promises they made.I was driven away to distraction andCouldn't see we were all laid to waste,Never sleeping, I saw my abduction fromSolid areas fallen with grace.I come drifting through the draughtingDropping out of sight,I'm not begging for love, I'm empty as I am.I'm beginning to wonder is the ability too weak?If this stark interior surrounds me, am I so unique?Little blue souvenir to remind me ofRestless days when I should have said No,And you know that I've nothing to share with youFor the chance of the love that we save:I wanted to be magnificentFor the less-than-a-lifetime of mine,I forget where I came in,All I know there's no discipline now.===========================================================================