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Upon a flowery mead, covered by morning dew

 A new-born fawn lies helpless in the grass

 As the first rays of sunlight reaches him

 He opens his eyes and looks at the world around

 Unknowing of the fact that he’s condemned to die

 In infernal pain from a hereditary disease

 Caused by pollution from the civilized world of human beings

 Unknowing and dauntless he takes his first steps in this new world

 He sucks the poisonous milk from his mother

 She is ill, she is weak, her yes reflect the sorrow

 The sorrow to know that her child was born to die

 As time passes he grows older but weaker – wiser but sadder

 He has seen his tribe diminish and the forest die away

 He has felt his strenght fade and is now marked by illness

 And as he feels that he is soon to die

 He slowly walks back to that old meadow (where once he was born)

 He recalls those days of innocence and joy

 He lies down in the grass his breathing grows faster

 His pain becomes even worse

 He closes his eyes and suddenly the pain is gone

 Now there lies a putrified corpse

 The stench is unbearable, his eyes are two black holes

 Staring into infinity

 Beyond this world and the odious of it all

 For no-one to see, nor remember

 What once has been a beautiful fawn

 For no-one to see, a meaningless life of pain