And if fresh fantasies might see me through,
and give my world a lighter, brighter shade or hue -
must we still question what the mind can do,
or simply accept that, here and now, I write these words for you?
In my eternal darkness, I remain.
Yet, if I feel your spirit's light, then why complain?
There is some melody, even in pain,
and it's enough - that you can make me smile again.