I can tell a good thing just from one sight
As a newborn, I hugged my mother tight
And I knew from the first glance at the Sun
I was glad I was born in a summer month

Could tell from the way you handled light
How it lit up your face, how you smiled bright,
That I want to bask in it all my life.
I would attach wings to my back to fly

They melt to a puddle but I feel the shine
I will gladly take the fall and die,
For knowing the disaster that would come—
Still, soaring high up and risking it all,

is a kind of courage I never owned
But who wants to die without feeling scorned?
I’d rather bear the burn marks on my skin,
Scars, scabs, and tears, than to be soft and clean.

A clean corpse dressed in white laying in the grave,
without stains on my skin without pain
Not the Sun in the sky, not the heat,
Just the cold ground and the mites to meet.