In grayish doubt and black despair,
I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,pretending to joy, although I lacked it.
The age had made lament redundant.
So here's the question — who can answer it —Was he a brave man or a hypocrite?
In grayish doubt and black despair,
I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,pretending to joy, although I lacked it.
The age had made lament redundant.
So here's the question — who can answer it —Was he a brave man or a hypocrite?