• You hurt me
    Yes, I am looking at you
    The one who built bridges for me
    Helped me make it across the ocean that laid before me.

    Unfortunately, it was also you who tore the land
    As soon as I set a foot on it
    After I was finally stabilized
    I crawled, stood, walked, and was finally able to run
    But you just pushed me back down
    Onto this cold, hard pavement.

    I got back up again, of course
    As I couldn't just stay on the ground
    I had the desire to fly, like the ambitious little bird I am
    But then I stumbled across you again
    You begged of me forgiveness, and yet again I was a fool.

    I suppose I am just too nice
    Little did I know that this time I was just a tool in your toolbox
    What tool would I be though, used for revenge?
    A hammer maybe?
    I suppose a chainsaw could also be used to rip a heart to shreds.

    So I fell again, and I am coming back
    But next time, my dear spider
    I am not falling in that web of yours
    Not crawling back to your toolbox
    And when the devil pleads for me to make a deal
    To sell over my soul
    I will definitively say no.

    I am standing, walking, and running once again
    And one day, I will be on the back of a golden horse
    Wielding my sword of pure crystal
    And some bug spray
    Too keep you, the termite
    From biting at my soul.