I hoped on a train, all crazy and mad
Though it ended in disaster, I am still glad
My ticket, tattered and worn, was stamped in gold
In my unclean hand I had it to hold
Clenching it tight as that terrible sound
Filled the air when the train hit the ground
I did not cast about, nor did I flail
As I felt my breath give and my lungs fail
I threw up a prayer to heaven above
Asking nothing back but mercy and love
Saying I was not afraid of this good night
And the problem with burning half as bright
Is that you then must burn twice as long
Though there is no reason for me to be strong
For if Babel must fall, let it fall on me
And let my small soul forever be free
For one like me, I would rather die
Than know a world where I cannot touch the sky