I thought I was grown for so long
but even then I was foolish and young,
I didn't know the worth of love
for constantly I brought those whom I loved to hurt..

But now I know, playing my elderly chords,
a minstrel on the rugged streets of York,
singing songs of wisdom by a hat containing coins,
outside a church, and the people contemplate my voice,
for my body is my temple and my wisdom my soul,
and it has always had an urge to make itself heard
in the parts of the world where people act so cold.

The years opened up my eyes to see
that the heart I had was so intense and vividly,
that it could set the world on fire
through its strength and its poetry.
that it could make the whole world cry,
and realize there's so much more too see.

And when I go, some day,
some 20 hundred year,
I'm glad my strength allowed me
too succumb too love totally,
allowing me to leave this place with no fear.

So please give me one, but just one, tear.

That I have made myself worthy of.


Mattias Polansky