AT yet long last i stood before the home where once i lived.

And realized, through tear dimmed eyes, i'd nothing more to give.

The streets upon i walked thereon a thousand miles lay silent

The song of birds, their hidden words, call out to me so vibrant

The castle that was once our world seems strangely convoluted

For in flash, my hopes were dashed, my fluer-de-lis uprooted.

No hopeful thought, no loving gaze, no water in that well.

But I've no fear in leaving here, I've served my time in hell.