I feel more compared to the little that I know,
Isn't that plain ignorance, that I have nothing to show?

More often I'm in the dark that I'm in the light,
Though I've worked hard to be on the other side.

I understand sorrow better than I understand bliss,
Not by choice, but was sealed with fate's cruel kiss.

Tell me, oh divine TRUTH,
which part of me belongs to YOU?
What is left of me after my last hour is due?