And tonight it seems that not a soul in the world has faith in me.
Who am I but an unaccomplished being.

I've no honor to my name,

But for a few well written verses.

Who am I to stay here among heroes?

Is there sense in seeing what I become?

Shall I lay here and wait for death to be upon me?

If my light should go out,

There will be nothing to keep my memory lit.

Sadness will befall.

It will enclose those who cared like a warm blanket caresses a shivering child.

They will go on,

They will find happiness in the sunlight.

There will have been no sunlight for me,

For darkness was unkind,

Darkness pursued me like a blood thirsty monster.