Old oak in which I used to live,
A gnarled, old, but simple thing,
To ashes quickly flames did bring --
Lord Tirek I can ne'er forgive.
I walk along the empty road
Whereon my former home did lie.
I see the charr'd remains and sigh,
Rememb'ring hearth and home of old;
And as my life around me burns
Again, I've not a solace blue,
No featherbrain, no cockatoo,
No one to hold me as I yearn
Or claim this is a dream absurd,
No one to comfort all my fears,
No one to whisper in my ears,
"This too shall pass; be reassur'd."