The grey pale of my skin Trace the wound inside Drive it down to the core Dissolved in my vein Take the break line Find it hard to break By the ancient poet I am illuminated The swan is gone The beauty of mine There is no wrap to falsify it You are the queen of nowhere The golden feather Portrayed her misery Riding the great horse Fetch her resurrection By the end You got all you need The sincerity A Purity of honesty By the end You got all you need The sincerity A Purity of honesty