Fire! Fire! Blinding light!
Crawling, feasting left and right.
Its self destroyed, as crumbles stake,
Leaving ashes in its wake
My love brings grief, for you’re not there…
My soul caves empty, darkness drawn…
I stumble, reaching void’s own snare.
I see, and blink; you’re there! Now gone…
Oh, what do I tell thee, mate? What do I tell thee?
I looked upon the follies of the world
And there was a lot I had to say.
Then I saw the world knowing them already,
And realized I needn’t have said it.
So what do I tell thee? What is it that I have to say?