From the wastes the mare came bleakly
Full of anguish, tears, and more
One more victim of love's failures
Just like all who've come before
Through my caverns she came meekly
Plead her case before my throne
She wished to fill her empty heart
And I, to make her all my own
"Lonesome love will cut you deeply
A truth now I'm sure you trust
So discard you, be born anew
And abandon 'you' in us"