Lament



Here where I should be most at home,
Where I should be happiest.
I am greeted with hearts of stone,
Until I beat the best.

I wonder in my sweet lament,
If I finally see truth.
If hopes set in cement,
Will rob me of my youth.

If anger each other they do,
It is unleashed on me.
I wonder, do I sate this true?
Or is it all I see?