If I’m alone, tooth and nail

Olden crone, youth to Fail,

Fighting broke, fighting time,

Feeling lone, fleeting prime.

The times, alone, I spent with you,

The cost, a tone, I rented, true,

It left me sore, alive, and green,

But in the end I thrive, unseen.

But that’s OK, for I know you,

I know myself, I know the truth.

I’ll feel just fine, the lonely view,

I’ll know this pine, a waste of tooth.

The day, it passes, months and years,

A snow, it blankets lands of sore.

And rivers, crying, vessels’ tears,

And dreams are lived in woken lore.

But in the core of nights, alone,

A phoenix rises, days of yore,

A happy man, alone as stone,

A yellow glow in eyes of lore.