I owe death a life that I will not pay,
Though every moment brings me closer to my grave.

This is borrowed time, this drawn out day-to-day:
This borrowed body that the earth bequeathed
Is something that no mortal act can save
And though I ache to own it totally,
The starlight is no more my own
The sunshine no more mine to keep
Than is this flesh it lies upon.

Weep, trees, for all I give away.