Shame - 9/16/94 Poem by Tery Young

I thought I was happy, in that once brightened sky
Burnt at the steak and ready to die
Looking past the shame I hold inside of me
Broken hearted and cursed beyond of what is left to be
Looking out the window of time, remembering all scares
I am nothing so I have nothing, locked behind the bars
I cry these sad tears upon this broken chair
The chair is like my heart, something I cannot repair
Left to fill an empty life washing away at sea
Fingers pointing cause I'm to blame, the shame is all on me