Oh, how the flame not so bright
flickers softly through the night
in the warm of late May Spring
understanding all shall pass
when to life I’ll strongly cling.
And then think how to surpass
while I slowly raise the glass
dreams I weaved left unclaimed
none to see none to behold
while in wine I sooth the pain.
What I have I cannot hold
all was left out in the cold
and a flame that was so bright
flickers softly through the night.