Since the first dawn that my eyes saw

I haven’t seen what others saw

I haven’t been what others were

I couldn’t bring my passions to a boil

I couldn’t burry my griefs in the bottom

For all I did I did alone

For all I love I loved alone 

For all I love it went away

For all I have loved has withered in front of me

For all those who loved me have frosted in front of me

For all I loved no one taught me to bid farewell 

So for all I do I sit quite

For all I have is a bird on the quire

For all I am now is just a curator of my own library 

Filled not with the story of pride and valour

But with loss and grief 

But with love and heartache 

For all I am now is just living my life in retrospect 

For all I am now is empty

For all what I stood for has been burned away by the bitter flames of the Morden world

For all I am now is just a shadow of what I was

For all what I am is a failed prophecy 

For all what I could have been 

I am nothing 

For memories 

I am nothing