Walls of doubts formidable
Strong and unbroken
I am left in the deserts
Of squandered moments
Freedom I've accorded you
So you'd know your heart
And return the memories
Of stolen lives
Could it be
That if chance will put you back
To the threshold of their hopes
You'd give the price
Of which was lost
In the prime of their youth?
Quarter of a century
That you used for your losses
A balance of what's owed
From their innocence
Ah but you knew
It wasn't you that pegged the price
For the value of their stolen tomorrow
You think it wasn't even a call
Of pure ethics and moral
That she was a contempt
Of the evils you lured
Or was it her that trickled the bait
So you'd surrender and fall
The sheepskin of an angel
Covered in the shears of wolves.

Was it?