The tempest of my life explode
A realization time forebode
The violin nay played life's strife
The prayers for me had spared the knife
The rain that fell upon my chains
Were blessings that caressed my skin
Some eyes were good, some eyes were vain
In time I learned they were my kin
The questions swam within my soul
Who was my id? Should I endure?
To find the answers was my goal
A tragic end this would procure
Was Titus' fate my future's lot?
Was Hamlet's doubt what I had bought?
Valjean's redemption's what I seek
Valhamtus's thus the man you'll meet