This story is about a friend who betrayed me — That fiend was a model, showing how to be free — Of that anxiety I desperately wanted to flee

Alleged singular that is on the edge — Disturbing the vision of today’s present life — Because of the lack of knowledge — That surrounds you like a strife

You were my moon that shared her light — Illuminating my night, soothing my fears — Such a blessing to hear your voice in my ears

There were so many days — Of crying, suffering — Not counting all the years — Of trying without smiling

It’s a ghost ship, sailing on the sea — Quite cheap, not as beautiful to see — As a beautiful lady who every pirate desires

Everyone seeks liberty — The dignity of being free — From errors taking all glory — Leaving only hate around humanity

These decoys think I’m a toy — Though I’m sleeping, be far from my sting — I’d advise you to run and pray — If you think I’m just worth…