Gazing at the ceiling over head,
I have a fear of something dead...

Don't presume to judge me for what I say
for you are all hunters and prey...

As a child I had little to do with this day,
for I would never receive a card to my dismay...

I have only been taught one thing,
and it's the reason I ware my wedding ring...

Helmets on and dressed to kill,
They think back to the one that still need to...

I am young but old,
I am what is and was for told...

Some people live without ever knowing me,
For only in I you shall truly be free...

A time of the Huntress and land blooming in...
a time when the sun gives life to everything in...

At the crack of dawn I rise like others do,
to a work I find to be honest and true...

If I told you what I was to think,
Or if I was to ever put it down on ink...

The night is silent when I do my deed,
for I do it for another person's greed...

Hand in hand,
I will lift you so you can stand...