There's a story to be told

One that never gets old

But yet that is so secret and unknown

As it finds its roots in none else's despair, but our own

There's a story to unfold

One as rare and precious as gold

But yet as dark as the shadows

Where not a soul would go

About a girl who lost her soul

Who's life was put on hold

After her happiness was sold

To him in whole

About a boy who reaps

And gathers other's sorrows in heaps

As he watches them stumble and fall

'To a pit of despair where he holds them in thrall

There's a story to be told

One that resembles

A fable of old

About a wolf and lamb

The latter stumbles

And falls in the beast's vicious trap

"And without more words the Wolf seized the poor Lamb and carried her off to the forest.

The tyrant can always find an excuse for his tyranny.

The unjust will not listen to the reasoning of the innocent."

There's a story to be told

About a boy as unjust as this Wolf