If I could amend the years
I'd start with my earliest tears
Attaining all the same fears
And remembering my debts
Forgetting all my loans
Confiding not on my own
Emerging with something unknown
Life without regrets
And the ways of our pastime,
And the days in our lifetime,
And the strays for whom it's wartime,
These all I have herein striven
Are we all here not forgiven
For this we all pay within
Always wanted the best
to live a life among the rest
Yet with none I'm impressed
Still I search where it's shone
So many faults to find
All of which are my kind
For gold once mined
Would be away thrown
All of my life
I'll deny this sickness
All-engaging
All of my life
I'll die from this sickness
Mind-enraging
