I’m a summers eve when the

 suns not there.

I’m like a rock without

 a chair.

I lay here blind but still

 i stare.

Feeling he kings cold

 hard glare.

Christmas is near but there are

 no presents.

This has me feeling as low as a

Peasant.

These ragged clothes i’ll wear

forever.

I feel as if a noble’s life is

ten times better.