• For the first time
    I looked to the stars
    For they feel
    Me weep so alone

    How far must the
    Joureny contiune?
    My delicate chest flower
    Is slowy withering

    O,why does the glass shater
    And the candle light flicker
    The rain fall
    And the thunder crackle so?

    Such for life
    The pain I bear
    Will cut me like
    Such a sharp knife
    O, why?
    O I wither