In the course of your stay, you raise your end line
In the hours that wane in the absence of light
And every message you read is a hurt the cuts deep
In the hunger of friends, they return to their feeding
What else could change in the time that’s passing?
Were you ever ecstatic in the actions thought mattered?
Would you look out and see in a world so rooted
That you know what you give you give freely and true to yourself
Is there anything more that you could possibly lose?
Were you Danton or Rosa in their final confusions?
You can stand up and fight so long as you’re alive
But you lied to us all in how your purpose was all but your own