Oh Lily, thy flower doth wilt,
Uncared for, unloved, forsaken by guilt.
Dost thou remember the promise of old?
A tale once told, now buried and cold.
Winter's breath whispers through the air,
Frosted dreams linger, stripped and bare.

I am haggard, weary, and worn,
A soul adrift, battered and torn.
The battles of the heart, relentless and cruel,
Leave me breathless, an unwilling fool.
Oh brethren, hear my silent plea,
For the tides of sorrow engulf me...