through my life of servitude,
shackles tightly bound...

ive known no life outside these walls,
built by the ideals ive crowned.

if ever were a symphony,
of kindness to be written...

the saddest song to clench your heart
would render your soul smitten.

the hero i would try to be,
to give myself each day.

to a world i knew would take this gift,
and leave me to fade away...