How many times did I leer at that globe
With tearful eyes, and held laid low.
The same that Achilles beheld,
ere the day Patrocles was felled.
Oh, that I knew the course of time!
If God spoke to us all, through your shine.
If the white that spears the night,
Could illuminate the path of right,
How much simpler of a life I'd have,
Not having to hear that devil's laugh
Every time that I fucked up,
And left in the dust ones I loved.