Why must you yell?
Still the fears of mortal man I must quell
Your words are those of an archer's arrows
As you shoot to kill,
Never to hurt.
Speaking with malice,
You cause a man's soul to grow callous
And a month of summer madness
Is turned into a year of bitter winter.
So long dear dreams
That I held close to my bosom
For it is now that I must embrace reality
Just two more years, until the end of my tears.