Streets of sand, paths of loneliness As this flower decays in sadness, Stealing petals off one by one From my heart, as you walk away from me It is done so the teacher said One of us in denying silver shame Screaming thoughts, prophecy fulfilled, And I cry, and I let my body turn to stone It was me the one who, was to die Sold for silver coins that betrayed my heart Your eyes searched for mine and I tried to hide Now this noose will hold me by my pride By my pride turned to stone