If I hesitate to ink this page, silence is as good as the grave,
Where people lay calm, undisturbed, cold and warm;
And, this one chance do we all have as men:
To express, to confess, to leave a sparkling trail for others, though all must end.
Where people lay calm, undisturbed, cold and warm;
And, this one chance do we all have as men:
To express, to confess, to leave a sparkling trail for others, though all must end.
