I disappear at times,
You see how the shadow leaves,
In the absence of light.
At times I pull the stray strands,
And in off tune I play my rickety violin.
If that time comes,
When I disappear,
Give me light, even a little will help.
Hold my hand and lead me along the path,
Whisper in my ears that tears never tear,
And I will take the chance
To breathe again.