Who am I to your eyes?
My spirit hidden deep within,
My soul yet unrevealed,
I struggle now, how to begin?

Am I below you?
Do you see me as a smear
On society beneath you?

Forever is only a matter of time
While a day lasts forever and more.
I will wait for you, love, forever in time,
To the end of forever’s dead war.

And one day we’ll see our flowers again

In the dark shadows fall
In the dark, in these halls
In my prison
Shadows cast upon these walls.

And the lone mirror
In the room
Shows me not my own reflection
But shows my pain and shows my doom.

For when I look in it
I see
A tired face I’d known so well;
‘Tis not the face it used to be.

For though I smile
My eyes are cold.
Though I am young,
My heart is old.

To be branded with the stamp of the land, of the land!
To be branded with the logo of the king.
To be so marked for all your life
‘Tis not a pleasant thing.

And all the knights are in for life,
And so the jesters jeer;
And for the knights there’s no escape,
They’re marked with dread, they’re marked with fear.

And when their pride does bubble down,
They’re left to realize