I was the child of yesterday—
Unseen, unheard, alone.
No one to hold my trembling hand,
No place to call my own.
Now I stand a grown-up man,
Still quiet in the crowd,
Afraid to speak my heart aloud,
Afraid to feel too proud.
......
If there is eternity,
it would be hell
without you.
Rather let me live
a day, a week, or a year—
so long as it is with you.
However short it may be,
it will be worth
......
Hmm, just as I begin to enjoy life,
Sucking the juice from its marrow—
Time speeds up.
The light folds into dusk.
Where have you gone,
My early dawn?
The thrill of youth,
Sundered by the slave-master: Time.
......
Purified by the holy fire,
She walks through the flames.
It burns her not,
But proves the truth she is.
Men will doubt,
Time and again;
And others will talk
But she will walk.
......
If there is eternity,
it would be hell
without you.
Rather let me live
a day, a week, or a year—
so long as it is with you.
However short it may be,
it will be worth
......
Hmm, just as I begin to enjoy life,
Sucking the juice from its marrow—
Time speeds up.
The light folds into dusk.
Where have you gone,
My early dawn?
The thrill of youth,
Sundered by the slave-master: Time.
......
I was the child of yesterday—
Unseen, unheard, alone.
No one to hold my trembling hand,
No place to call my own.
Now I stand a grown-up man,
Still quiet in the crowd,
Afraid to speak my heart aloud,
Afraid to feel too proud.
......
Purified by the holy fire,
She walks through the flames.
It burns her not,
But proves the truth she is.
Men will doubt,
Time and again;
And others will talk
But she will walk.
......