One such as I was never a friend,
I was never there till the end.
I was there till you left me,
Which seemed to come quite easy.
One such as I was never a lover,
I was only a friend.
No one wanted to see forever,
Just till their hearts would mend.
One such as I was never a sister,
In your eyes I was only an impostor.
I had too much pain to forget,
And you had no time for such regret.
One such as I was never a mother,
I could never truly heal wounds.
How could I build up the muster,
If I was too injured to reward any boons.
One such as I?
How many burden this cry?
Taken up in pain and misery
Who could help others necessity?
One such as I?
This doesn't need to be thought, heard or whispered.
One could easily be given the talent to fly,
If only given the time that is deserved.
