How did I must come to thee?Shadowed by the fact I see,Why has thou forsaken me?Darkness I see, hard to flee.Chips of wood enough to light,Ruptured with a flick of might,Chances are slim, clutch and fight,Cold and alone, dark as night,Dirt and dust where I belong,Take a stand to what I hold,Step out to seek what I long for,Strings still attached, firm and bold.