It was many and many a year ago
I was been taught to truly love
And it was near
To my only fear
To love, but not to love sincere
As a crow dressed up as a dove

And me, oh me, my idiot!
My foolish heart hath turned corrupt
And true heartbeats
Could not defeat
Whatever my heart would covete
Whatever I wanted, bled out from a cut

And when my heart denied the truth
I would search in my wasted youth
For gold and money
Would choke me slowly
For my worst fear was to be lonely
That's the one and only truth

And, oh, the fervid child in me
Was not a prisoner, yet not free
And still for you
(Though not all true)
Was the Heaven painted blue
I'll cry for you, if you'll die for me...

Oh, children, the bells are calling on me
Let me enjoy my last night, free
And with such joy
The cancered boy
Is playing with his favorite-toy
How awful can't life be?