There I sat, looking at you. Your brow downtrodden and forlorn.
I wondered where the strong beast had gone, your face so hollow and withdrawn.
I heard the words that spilled from your lips,
and felt their barrenness.
I saw the misery in your eyes, that showed the devastation at your mess.
But there I sat, with my open arms like I'd done a thousand times before,
and yet this time I knew my falcon had died and I would never see him no more. 'Tis a shame when a grown man lies to himself and no one pays attention.
But I am stronger than you or them,
I won't wallow in the oppressions.
I am no fool, no I am not.
I will be true in all of my affections.
And here I sit.