What silently I do within my mind, What quietly may cause my heart to break, What cancer eats me you may never find And should not try for my and your good sake. What vision brings delight within my eyes, What soft caress brings out in me desire, What words of mine are nothing else but lies My secret is, my winter and fire.
I cannot share this; I shall never try. This is my burden, it is my power; It drags me down yet drives me towards the sky; It molds me in every living hour. "build me a tower," is one of its demands, And then, to build, it gives me only sands. "build me a tower," it says to me.
Love let me go.
Oh heart, there is a tear I have not shed; Oh world, as yet this life I have not lived; Oh youth, for my beliefs I have not bled.
No sparkling gem of wisdom have I given To lesson our great load when I am dead; My sons can't even say that they believed.
Then grave these words for me, and silent let them be.
Then grave each word for me, and silent let us be.