Who would care if I poured out my light,
faded into the dark of a thousand nights?
Brighten the lives of others and dim my own,
give them all my joy and die alone?
Alone already but I’ll light a few stars
before I burn out;
find a purpose for the flame in my heart
then don the oaken crown.
Who would mourn my ember chilled?
Who with love and tears would my ashes gild?