Poetry of Rhymes and Nonsense

1:21

If you point Death at me
     And ask if I know Light
And I know what answer you seek
     As an excuse to end my life,
Then I will proudly say--
     Even if I surely die--
That I only walk in the day--
     On this, I tell no lie,
For my life is not mine to hold.

I tell you, my life is not my own
     I have no anchor here;
I myself died long ago
     With no shed of tears.
I do not luve for myself,
     For then, my Light would not be bright,
But my breath is not my wealth,
     And Fear gives me no fright.

As for me, in life and death,
     It is life with condemnation
And the Sun brings satisfaction.