I had tea beneath the oak tree
With the zealous boy as company
"Does death scare you?" I said
"It saddens me.", he said.
And so
I took it as a 'No'

Because weeks later
Came the wine waiter
"He left with a smile one could never fathom
And for you, an anthem
To sing when in joy
Oh that poor boy"

For all the painful days there are to come
For all the persons I'll become
For the imprisoned demons to be released
For the rebellious angels that will never cease

I longed for the cloudless sky
And he told me for me he would buy

Incessant despondency killed him
Paramount dismay had swallowed him
Sadly, the whole universe wasn't in his favor
When his wrist was for the blade to devour

I still sat beneath the very oak tree
Still sipping my cup of jasmine tea
Hoping to succeed in helping another soul
From stopping loving oneself as a whole