A clean and clear, white sheet of paper; messed by ink.
The world and me, the people here; we live that brink.
Just like this night -- a villain veiled -- and then I sigh.
This tyrant darkness shakes my shoulders. Solitude!

But crickets sing a chorus, deep and high. While I,
Who got my eyes to walk around and round for good;
Unravel truth and beauty in this ink - stained sheet --
Enlightened me. And slow and slow, mine chest I felt;

Starts pumping hard. It seems the night had put a spell --
In me. There's beauty and some goodness. All is well.
Alas! Apart from that, I could not save distress;
That Man had bore for many years and decades. On --

A clean and clear, white sheet of paper; messed by ink.
The world and me, the people here; we live that brink.
Just like this night, a villain veiled -- and then I sigh.
This tyrant darkness shakes my shoulders. Solitude!

Stress! Grief! Stress!
Lone! World! Lone!