If I perish, let me please!
for what is life without a course?
If warring would lean me peace
Why not let me run this loss!
I seek a calling!
Or the way through.
I forge a yearning!
a crystal clue.
If in the way of "dying,"
I find the lost door.
And in soul grieving,
I hear a clearer call.
Then let "me"!
Let me attempt the way of no return
Let me weep myself to the throne
Cover me up like a sown corn
if in my dying, you are crowned!
Oh that thy lamp
should come upon my feet
And thy light
Should make me see,
a thousand soul heading for hell
and the way cut short this tale.
In thy light I see light
In brighter light, I gain might
If you must, send me to the field
Give me a sickle to wield.
Let me perish!
for it pays to find course
For yet when I arise,
I shall wield his sword!
