"I have learnt a new song
Er, the song of loneliness
I have made a new armour
Brass is the medal of loneliness
I have worn a new mask
it is ever that of a beautiful smile
I have covered the true me
The loneliness in me

When my steps arrive at the city
It is the march of a great merry band
When I step behind my locked door
the band disappears and I the soloist am left
As I write with quill my poems of love and friendship to be published
The charcoal I use is mixed with hot tears for my ink

Nothing good soever lasts forever
Same applies to people in life
I've learnt not to depend on the good for happiness
For they never stay that long
I Wear loneliness as a suit of armour
So that when they move on, I am not left defenceless
I pride my self in this, so I don't get humbled when left alone

O'er the wind atop my sail of life
Fresh faces across the mast of a thousand fleets
They sail with the wind but I against it
Ships of colours pass by but do not trade spices
maybe my spices aren't good enough
Aye, I haven't made them fake enough

I write letters saying hello and how are you
My replies come back but no questions for me too
Someday I may understand how to feel again
But for now my armour is my greatest domain
I see the world as it is more than ever and more clearly
An empty shell and I, a stranger who came too early

I have composed a new song
A song of pride
I have modified my armour
It is thicker than ever before
I have removed my mask
My heart does the lying this time
I leave un clad the true me
But... who am I?"