Soloist my fears
With high tunes and little grief
Let every rhythm speak, its own beat
And have the crowd rejoice without need for time
So I may see all wonders of one human life
And as day takes ease for night to arrive
No tired soul shall exist nor acknowledge the demise of light
So soloist my fears
For all to hear,
Let bravery be the less of me
And I shall sing of all there is to be.