Please give me a second grace. Please give me a second face. I've fallen far down The first time around. Now I just sit on the ground in your way. - Nick Drake

Fame is but a fruit tree:
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
Till its stalk is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.
Forgotten while you're here,
Remembered for a while.
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style.

Time has told me
You're a rare, rare find,
A troubled cure for a troubled mind.

Safe in the womb of an everlasting night,
You find the darkness can give the brightest light.
Safe in your place deep in the earth,
That's when they'll know what you were really worth.