Oh, mighty giant, how I worship from afar.

I see a lone, striding tsar.

But I may only gape.

Oh, fateful spectre, your visage of a love once known,

unearthing the wounds I had sewn.

How may I end this pain?

Now, squinting siren, I climb aloft to reach to you.

Now my life shall 'gin anew,

and I smile at the thought.

And as I jump come close to me you wicked, wicked boy.

I am that lovely shattered toy

you now hold within your hands.