Someone

Though he's growing daily
Though his patience multiplies
The slightest things still set him off

And he throws it all away
For what good reason

I'm toiling in the undergrowth
Haunted by a friendly ghost
Wishing to be free of what I feel

And yet I despise the pain more than I value what I've got
And yet seem so lonesone

Yet I caught a glimpse of what could be
For ain't giving self up, I am free
Free to face the ruins of despair
Free to make a tragedy repair
At my calling

I am tired of this
Hold on penance
Lord I know my table