Even if I did not believe in life, If I lost my faith in the order of things, Were convince, in fact, that everything is a disorderly, damnable, and devil-ridden chaos;
If I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment, Still I would want to live, And having once tasted the cup, I would not turn away from it
Until I had drained it. You are trying to save me. You are trying to save me But perhaps, I am not lost.
If I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment, Still I would want to live, And having once tasted the cup, I would not turn away from it.
Is an unworthy, uncaring father still entitled to the love and respect of his sons?
You are trying to save me But perhaps, I am not lost. You are trying to save me But perhaps, I am not Lost.
Is an unworthy, uncaring father still entitled to the love and respect of his sons?
You are trying to save me But perhaps, I am not lost. You are trying to save me But perhaps, I am not Lost.