Alas, I recur to stock to try and express what I want, Alas, but it simply is not enough. My words will be my words, and like birds on the wind, only on them I shall find solace. Truth, still, only I can put out, for no other that's written could possibly perfectly resolve this personal bout.
I thought that small line could help me explain, but it seems it scratched completely off track. In the end, all I can say, and all I can do, is ask what I did, And hope it gets through.
