WHEN I AM NO MORE
WHEN I AM NO MORE
I have heard the sound of my woe
I have felt the depth of my pain
I have cried with blood as exchange
They all stare idle
They all stood aloof
Why shall I breathe anymore?
Why shall I become a clown
When I thirst for humour?
When I am no more
I shall leave with you
My heart; though
You shall hold it firm
As you do with my soul
When I am no more...