This Cruel Age Has Deflected Me.

No Foreign Sky Protected Me, No Stranger's Wing Shielded My Face. I Stand As Witness To The Common Lot Survivor Of That Time, That Place.

This Cruel Age Has Deflected Me, Like A River From This Course. Strayed From Its Familiar Shores, My Changeling Life Has Flowed Into A Sister Channel. How Many Spectacles I've Missed: The Curtain Rising Without Me, And Falling Too. How Many Friends I Never Had The Chance To Meet.

I Seem To Myself, As In A Dream, Am Accidental Guest In This Dreadful Body.

Rising From The Past, My Shadow Is Running In Silence To Meet Me.

You Will Hear Thunder And Remember Me, And Think: She Wanted Storms.