Tis the Irish blood within me
that makes me what I om
although I'm wee in size
om still an Irish mon
...
I hear the pitter patter,
of my teardrops as they fall.
I'm alone in fear and darkness,
behind my clutterd wall.
...
As I lay here near the end,
and my life is slowly passing by.
If I were granted one last request,
it would be,
...