Must I continually aim so high for another?
Must I sacrifice daily, die for another?

My head burns up like a meteor.
Undaunted, I pray for another.

When lightning hollowed out
my boughs, whom did I cry for? Another.

Stake my all on fragile sanity?
Why should I live a lie for another?

Freedom seems to me a precious gift;
I hope the same holds true for another.

I had not dreamed my part of plaintiff.
Who was your alibi for – another?

Denebola dips behind the lee. I’ll miss you,
my bold star, sweep the cold sky for another.