Leave me here
or leave me there
it’s not that I
have thoughts to spare

It’s flames that I must
stoke and catch
I haven’t strengths yet
left to stretch

My eyes grow weary,
weak, and vile
for only I
will hold this trial

It’s my own fault
as I grow blind
how not a comfort
could I find

Please, wish me well
or wish me wrong
I always lose my words,
my song

I never meant for
this to die,
I only wish to see
the sky