A starved dog, in a stormy night
Treads slowly, with a hope in it's sight
Drenched in it's tears, it's legs are frail
Leaves in its path, a vanishing trail
It's breath is cold, it's steps are bold
" Lasting love ?", Or so it was told
"I ask you my master, why did you forsake ?"
"Why was I deserted ? What was my mistake ?!"
"You were too clingy, I grew tired of you"
Said the master, with a resolve undue
"I couldn't keep you, of course I tried"
"Yes I promised you the world, and yes I lied"
