If there is one thing and one thing only that men have inevitably taken from me
Then it is not money, time, food, nor shelter
It's my trust
They have hurt themselves, really
I might have cried, hurt, thought this was the end
But I always came out whole again
Scathed and bruised and scarred but I always became stronger for the pain of it
But little by little they destroyed all that was left of my believe they had any integrity and honesty ingrained in them
How am I supposed to go on and form any kind of bond
Knowing for certain how this will end
With me broken to pieces left to get myself back together
Not by myself, surrounded by chosen family
But nevertheless hurt and disappointed and losing faith in my ability to see the truth
So in the end they hurt themselves
By their actions preventing their brothers the pleasure of my company
