When she told you
You laughed, laughed
When she told you
You’d die
Alone
Laughed when she
Numbered
Your talents your
Many talents that
Lay wasted among
The riches of
You
Laughed
When she screamed, laughed
When she wept, told her the door
Was open, the road broad and wide
And free
To all travelers alike
Albeit it was you who went down it
In the end
And she says I
Am glad I was
Not right. I
Am glad.
And I believe
Her I
Believe her.