I leave, following isolation.
I lead, following no congregation.
I can't always feed on your consolation.
I need me, only in my own creation.
Forgive thee, for building thy own nation.
Rule claims" thou hast to put thee on probation."
Worry not, I've handled fury storm's frustration.
I'll be fine, this is my serene station.
Enjoying my loudsilent tears's sensation,
I'm all alone, at my dream death's graduation.