Days drift and I rise to the cold sunnI was born an old childnWith no place for faith in my heartnAged in my sleep for bitter timesnnYou may say I've given up the ghostnOnce and for all admitted defeatnAnd laid out my hand for all to seenAnd made peace with the beast in mennWinter mocks me though he does not need toncall my namenHe thinks my bones are brittlenAnd the grip of my resolve is tirednSullen and weakened just the samennI don't remember when ir happenednWhen the clocks stoppednTheir hands tiednAnd my heart stood stillnnI have saved the least for lastnTorn out all who reached for menA beggar before beautynFailures burden rests with mennEvery man is EvilnEvery man a LiarnAnd every word he speaksnKindling to the Fire