To live a day without dying
Is more than I have ever known.
My heart has been mended and sown
A hundred times as I'm crying-
Seeing that I am now alone.
What would soothe a heart so torn?
What would soothe these hot, fiery flames
That burn in my heart? With such names
As Spite and Envy who were born
Of the wicked minds of the dames.
To live a thousand years then die,
Or die a thousand years to live-
The choice is made by what I give,
And I know that I can not lie,
But I will die when I forgive!