Boarding the time of death soon,
Lightening the darkness at night,
A quest i am at twilight.
As fire sparks my wick, my birth, my tune.
People seated on a bench in Cameroon,
Standing upright and gazing in fright,
My tears, my fears, all in one night.
Time for my soul to quench, how soon.
I am he that will shrink.
My tears, my integrity, no gain;
Which i stand on.
“Where is he” at sunrise, they may think.
Never to be tall again,
My life span, gone!