Be clear every day, every eveningnIt calls here aloud from abovenCarefully watched for a reasonnMistaking devotion and lovenSurrendered to self-preservationnFrom others who care for themselvesnBut life as it touches perfectionnAppears just like anything elsennIsolationnMother, I tried, please believe menI'm doing the best that I cannI'm ashamed of the thingsnI've been put throughnI'm ashamed of the person I amnnIsolationnBut if you could just see the beautynThese things I could never describenPleasures and wayward distractionnIs this my wonderful prize?nIsolation