Here's to all they said about you...
To my naivety, believing it untrue...
To the hill you made me climb...
And all the things you misconstrued.
To the water we were fetching...
That was only there for me to drown...
And though I didn't see it then...
You never did...
Have a crown.
The view from way up high...
Wasn't all I thought it would be...
Surrounded by a scorched land...
Fire's smoke, settling on the sea.
And when the air had cleared...
The ashes were slippery on the rafters...
When you fell down, I kissed the ground...
But I...I didn't come tumbling after.