Would I say Yes if you would ask
If I would want the world at hand?
Would I perhaps take off my mask,
Show you the face I show a friend?
I would not in ten thousand years,
But I do know I’d die in peace.
I want you not to waste your tears
For I won’t suffer your caprice.
Into my dreams you come at night
With tricks for gambling with a life.
Take off your gloves, you come to fight
A modest man, and with sins rife.
Man shall not live by bread alone,
Even when hunger does deform
The faith that once has been of stone.
Father, please keep away the storm.
February 2017