He went into a valley of bones
And find himself with nothing but ghosts
Spirit shackles spirit fright
He wished himself out of sight
Among the souls none could speak
But in His mind they were jeering

Saying things that never did
Self critisicim is stupidity
He blamed himself for everything
In his mind and in his voice
Even bricks and walls have their own taunts

He turned to see what he could have been
But his eyes were blinded by grief
He trotted with unsame horses
And found nothing but he got trampled
I don't deserve to be
In this painting
Looking up and down
Peering through the frame
I have always been
A wonderful part, agreat stroke of genius
Someone that I want to be
A miraculous change
The waning moon becomes full again