Silouhettes among the clouds of hesitation,
Shall I or Shall I not;
The dam has been broken;
Who shall stop now?
The water from drowning the fields.
All the crops I planted;
My very own children I nutured;
To the fledgelings at home;
Will their bellies fill with stories?
.

I sat by the wall;
knowing not;
The debts I had.
No more there is the beauty,
Of the ornaments of our tragedy,
forgive me my soulmate;
I choose to not sell our souls next.
.

I repent playing this game of life,
All I gamble,
Only to lose
I shall not bet further,
There shall be no more turns played.
.
My eyes have closed,
To the ravens of death raging on my crops;
All that lies on my throat,
Tied to the thread which brought me peace.