How can you kill what cannot be killed? br Why weep for those who have been taken? br br Why furnish ammunition to the enemy br Who hammers jewels from your tears? br br Who am I to say, 'This is the end! ' br When I am the world's ignoramus. br br I can't outsmart the market br But I second-guess my God? br br I have made a list of every known sadness br And set it ablaze on a paper plate. br br Let others twist their hankies at night. br I am free of all that forever.