1. O night, tell me of the matter of suffering
It is from the core of my being, not a stranger

2. It is a concern that keeps my eyes awake and sleepless
Or a throbbing in my rebellious heart

3. Or a scream that rebelled above all voices
Or a groan amidst hidden sorrows

4. Or a teardrop suspended between glances
Or tears racing with my worries

5. I suffer the hour and suffer distances
And suffer the cruel winds of time

6. And portray my suffering in letters and verses
Which the keeper of passion attracts

7. And because I do not regret all that is past
I took from the sweetness of time its roses

8. This is my life, I lived it however it came
Taking from my days and returning the gift