The greatest gift cannot be returned
What if it’s burned
Is it then okay to return
Damaged goods or just misunderstood
Put on the back shelf
Out of the way
What if it’s doesn’t stay
Is it then okay to betray
Disowned fore I do not recognize you as my own
Empty eyes
Those used to tell lies
It’s too late accept it’s fate
It’s burned but can it be turned
From both fate and hate