Burning like a feeble candle’s light,
To endure the coming of the night,
My spirit hovers on, along;
Ends another day that has been long.

What use life, if I live this way?
What use wealth, if the soul drains away?
What use of this solitary life?
Why bother with all the struggle, the strife?

Why bleed, my heart, if the world’s going wrong?
Why hum the strains of that forgotten song?
Why bother for love, if none’s to be found?
Why seek happiness, when none’s around?

Why cry, if none need any of your tears?
Why shout aloud, if no one hears?
Why let any of your feelings show?
The end is nigh; let it be so.

Softly fade the rays of the sun;
It’s twilight now, soon they will be gone.
Why bother to brighten the fading light?
Let darkness come, welcome the night.