If I should shut my tears inside

For people had it worse

What right do I have to be happy

If I am not the first?

If I should smother my ripping flood

With the cushion of oblivion

What right does my heart of dripping blood

Possess to see the Sun?

If I should wear a mask of dust

Of handshakes, grins and lies

And dance to the whims of everyone

And kill the me inside,

Then hark, O Lord of breath and death

Don't trouble yourself with me-

Propelled by life, dispelled by knife

I shall thus come to thee.