Spirit:
Your sad lit candle
Is guttering
But still wont seize to burn
Enough to seethe
Enough to cry
The cause to breathe
The cause to die
If I should handle
Your muttering
Iʼll call for in return:
Enough to seethe
Enough to cry
The cause to breathe
The cause to die
Old Man:
A child
A dream
A womenʼs embrace
A thought
A scream
A comforting face
Two blinks
Three steps
Four words of a phrase
One reason to go on remembering
Spirit:
It might seem much
(it might seem much)
But don’t condemn me
Just break the crutch
(just break the crutch)
That you call memory
Old Man:
Finally! There’s a doorway to salvation
Should I trust and yield to this temptation
If I lost my memory
All of my life
Will I still be human:
Curious and free
Spirit:
Doubts are shading
As the lights are fading
Go lift the curtain
Now be certain
And see
Spirit:
I will be righteous
And measure
The price you have to pay
Enough to seethe
Enough to cry
The cause to breathe
The cause to die
So I am claiming
Your treasure
Of fortune and dismay:
Enough to seethe
Enough to cry
The cause to breathe
The cause to die
Old Man:
A kiss
A smile
A cold chill inside
A song
A dance
A word and a fight
Two hearts
Three lies
Four eyes how they cried
One reason to wipe out and wash away
Spirit:
It might seem much
(it might seem much)
But dont condemn me
Just break the crutch
(just break the crutch)
That you call memory
Old Man:
Doubts are shading
As the lights are fading
Go lift the curtain
To be certain
And see
Spirit:
Finally! There’s a doorway to salvation
Let him trust and yield to this temptation
If I will have gained what
Once was his life
I will be like mankind
Curious and free
Old Man:
A tear
A touch
A black tie and shirt
A book
A speech
A shovel of dirt
Two stones
Three names
Four cries of a bird
One reason to live and to die at last
Old Man:
Finally! There’s a doorway to salvation
Its the trust we take from contemplation
Its the strength of memory
And of wondering
Finally theres a doorway
Curious and free
Spirit:
Doubts are shading
As the lights are fading
Go lift the curtain
Now be certain
And consign your life to me!
VIII · The Struggle