Spirit: Your sad lit candle Is guttering But still wont seize to burn Enough to seethe Enough to cry The cause to breathe The cause to die If I should handle Your muttering Iʼll call for in return: Enough to seethe Enough to cry The cause to breathe The cause to die Old Man: A child A dream A womenʼs embrace A thought A scream A comforting face Two blinks Three steps Four words of a phrase One reason to go on remembering Spirit: It might seem much (it might seem much) But don't condemn me Just break the crutch (just break the crutch) That you call memory Old Man: Finally! There's a doorway to salvation Should I trust and yield to this temptation If I lost my memory All of my life Will I still be human: Curious and free Spirit: Doubts are shading As the lights are fading Go lift the curtain Now be certain And see Spirit: I will be righteous And measure The price you have to pay Enough to seethe Enough to cry The cause to breathe The cause to die So I am claiming Your treasure Of fortune and dismay: Enough to seethe Enough to cry The cause to breathe The cause to die Old Man: A kiss A smile A cold chill inside A song A dance A word and a fight Two hearts Three lies Four eyes how they cried One reason to wipe out and wash away Spirit: It might seem much (it might seem much) But dont condemn me Just break the crutch (just break the crutch) That you call memory Old Man: Doubts are shading As the lights are fading Go lift the curtain To be certain And see Spirit: Finally! There's a doorway to salvation Let him trust and yield to this temptation If I will have gained what Once was his life I will be like mankind Curious and free Old Man: A tear A touch A black tie and shirt A book A speech A shovel of dirt Two stones Three names Four cries of a bird One reason to live and to die at last Old Man: Finally! There's a doorway to salvation Its the trust we take from contemplation Its the strength of memory And of wondering Finally theres a doorway Curious and free Spirit: Doubts are shading As the lights are fading Go lift the curtain Now be certain And consign your life to me! VIII · The Struggle