My matriarch, my anchor
Was the only thing to give me grasp and connection
To what love was to me and what love could ever be.
Instead you decimate my thoughts of what a loving being I 
could have been.
Now I will never reach that high.
She was the saint that had believed in me, Lord.
She was the only saint that I had eyes for.
You left me here, alone. What did I do?
Could you not see that she was the only one that kept the 
single golden thread
From being cut from truth?
Nothing stays gold, or so I am told
Now may I be so bold to say that this life is worth 
nothing!
I am only so young, God.
But you don't even flinch to take away my matriarch, my 
anchor.
Innocence is dead.
My matriarch, my anchor...is dead.