There's a noose around my neck,
That tightens day-by-day,
Death, reap my soul with a gentle peck,
Because I wish my life away.
For the wrath of my mother's rage,
Is too much to even bare,
I would much rather starve in a cage,
Then stay in her care.
Like a wild beast she roars,
Her words sting like a bee,
Unruly like a group of boars,
Oh lord, must the others see?
Must they see her fury,
That burns brighter than a dragon's blaze,
Acting like she is the grand jury,
Leaving many in her haze.
Oh mother do you hate me so,
To even scare my friends with your might,
If this is true, I will go,
Far from this place, till I am out of sight.
Have I disgraced you?
Have I shamed you?
What have I done to deserve this fate?
Oh well, now only heaven will await...
