Trodden into dirt so cruelly
left behind and ignored truly
lies a man, once proud and strong,
but cast aside for things gone wrong.
Lo! for what did fate befall
this man whose own kin made him thrall
to make him pay for his own thoughts,
his guardian angels for him casting lots.
This man, confused by fate so true
is still behind, and dying too.
His strength long gone, his spirit crushed,
he'll cry until his cries are shushed
And then he wonders, pausing Death,
"Why did exhaustion take my Breath?
I was still young; too young to die!"
then Death replies, "Dreams gone awry."
