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 in exchange

They all stare idly

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...