Sympathy (For Tomorrow)

I'm not asking for favors
Not tonight
I look up in the sky
All the rockets fall down (fall down)
Too many promises
Too many lies
Too many faces for me to know

Sometimes I sit among the markers
And contemplate my next life
Says something less sympathetic
A little more unconditional respect was buried here

But it never lived and it never died
It never came from them, it was always inside

I don't care if time just passes us by
I can stand the change
But not the cruelty
Too many promises
Too many lies
Too many faces for me to know

Sometimes I sit among the markers
And contemplate my next life
Says something less sympathetic
A little more unconditional respect was buried here

But it never lived and it never died
It never came from them, it was always inside

(Spirits of the Dead by EA Poe - 1827)

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy

Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still

The night, though clear, shall frown
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given
But their red orbs, without beam
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish
Now are visions ne'er to vanish
From thy spirit shall they pass no more
Like dew-drop from the grass