You're shed by a tree

 And curled up on the frigid ground

 Completely alone

 In anticipation of being found



 You're shadow of your former self

 You play dead

 Afraid to be laughed at

 Nobody knows

 Your last-known place of abode is hell



 Bitter rain lashes your face

 You've seen the real hell



 The wind shows you the way

 Still there's no one to pick you up

 The rust eats up your heart

 Condemned to oblivion

 You pine away...