One day I’ll escape this memory,
One day my soul will soar,
One day I’ll be who I am,
And let loose a mighty roar.
One day I won’t be here,
One day I’ll have my home,
But until that day has come,
I will continue with my tome.
For no one has done what I have,
No one can write these words,
No one can see what I see,
Through broken glass of a million sherds.