Give me a hint with a hammer
Or give me a hit with a brick
Life is that dead old dilemma
Of chances unwilling to pick
In dark deep the shadows are trailing
Like pieces of sick cloth on string
A longing of mourning an wailing
When wet to your body they cling
Yet, I cannot give my soul in
Hand back that dead carcass of mine
Nothing to make me old heart sing
Has left heaven’s torment in time.
