It is easy for you, lady of the lake
to claim to understand the hand from which you take
but a coward can crawl and deny any sort of undertaking
of courage and honesty in the face of such faking
she uses words and a pan pipe to utter absurdities
claiming she's living in the hollows of elder trees
whilst honking your praises for the kingdom to hear
atleast you'll always know when she's near
As the sun sets over your budding youth
and you claim to know yourself and those who love you
take a second, just one, not a few..
and ask who provided the truth
he was too scared, or young, or confident
and he broke you with words of indifference
a master of transfer its not me its her
and here i am writing words as if all this will help.