Call me a lady Cool, dark, dim, gloomy,
leafy, shaded, shadowy, sheltered, and sunless.
Devious, dishonest, disreputable,
dubious, slang fishy, questionable,
suspicious, unreliable, untrustworthy, shady.
That's how I got my name.

There table stored full of riches
Mine only bottles, and garments made with stitches
This life of which I have no control or power
Always sitting in the sun like a flower, waiting for that hour
For that change, for there towers to come a tumbling down.

There dwelling places are towers who bore heads so high
If wanted they could kiss the sky
And strangers such as I can only look
Catching my breath in wonder,
and reading their life style books
Leaving like nothing, without a name,
or a face, not even a place
To rest my head, too much sky, too much world
That leaves me with nothing,
but hollow eyes of strangers
watching, scorning my poverty
Leaves me with nothing but callous hands
And withered brows, sweeping yards I was bound to mow
Nothing for me in the sky
And death is sure to come in the blink of an eye
All my towers are down here,
no tables store high with food
And all these pain inside,
are hidden with pride, but behind these walls
Tears, ripping from my eyes,
reminding me, of all the times I've failed,
without even a try.
No towers, no sky, but my shepherd's pie:

THE END