The rain drench the wretched


The wind hints at a fate quite unpleasant


The crows laugh at me as I walk


In the unfamiliar familiar


Memories peck at me like a knife


My heart filled with stab wounds


What have I done to be cursed?


What is this place like hell?


All I ever known was blood and tears


What flower have I wilted


What war have I started


This place murders my soul


Am I really abandoned in a place I once called home?

-Wrens