I Call a upon the spirit of healing hare of old
To once again make you bold
For you are very kind
Now the time remove the Bind
He does not charge a fee
To set your soul free
I know what's been in your brain
Has been causing your great pain
Feeling like your crushed
Time to end all this fuss
For the pursuit of happiness is not you fate
Starting from this very date
You will give up what dear
So someone can remain near
You will give up your love
To one that call you Hun
For what has been lost
Cannot be purchased any cost
To be just a friend
Your going to have to bend
Be careful of watching others fate
Because in it might bring on hate
At the club dance out your  heart
For that is your art
You Can not longer give love
Because you have none
Will you ever have a loving mate 
Nothing is certain about your fate
No longer do you need to kneel
For you cannot longer feel
Like the flying dove
So does the feeling of love
Like the healing fleece 
of old I grant you inner peace
Since you are very old 
Someone near has turned quite cold
I know that your true desire
Is to restart your personal fire
But now your goal
Is to be like the healing hare of old
You know it not fair 
But once again you need to be reborn as Greyhare!!!