I have a small spark within,
Let me burn out.
For it is in the flame to burn,
And in my heart to be consumed.
Go thither from me,
Lest I burn you too.
And my eternity with me,
My life mine to rue.
My paths are set in stone,
And quiet I will go,
I will leave no mark,
And nary a tune slow.
It is a slow march,
And little do I care,
For there is a madness to me,
This I will never share.
