On the mantel sits the ashes of my dog
And his favorite bone
He was the last piece of everything I love
And now he\'s gone
Just like everyone whoever made me feel
As if I belong
Now it\'s a struggle to make it through
Knowing I\'m alone
As a kid I wished for the day when
I\'m finally grown
Now I hate it, life is only chess
And I\'m just a pawn
I often fantasize of a time when
I\'m finally home
Will it be peaceful? peace is something
I\'ve never known
Is there a sea to sail? Is there even wind
To be blown
Enough of the same rhymes like
The seeds I\'ve sown
Sick of the same damn harvest
Of all the wrongs
This line is the last rhyme before
I change the psalm.