... and in the end if you ask if I am happy,

I'll say I've sung, I've played, 

I've roamed and I've stayed.

When I looked up in need,

At those I let laugh, let cry,

I see I've been left to hang and dry.

The hand and shoulder I often lent,

Strong and robust until I needed one,

Always came back crooked to join me in the fun.

I've taken their noise, their pain and chaos,

I've lit their souls with the light from mine,

And mine, is dark as the winter night at nine.

And so, if you ask if I am happy, I'll go back to the top,

I will stare at you without a hint, a sign,  

And read this poem, from the very first line...