He is but a worthless man...

He stands alone,

Alone on the Stage of Life,

Head bowed down,

His performance nothing more than a riff-raff.

Boast and speaking mindlessly,

All but listening and loving he did not be,

At no ends, his ignorance holds,

A grave he dug for his own siege.

And oh behold!

What a man is he!

Foolish and corrupted by all men's desires,

Holding only empty promises for his fellow actors.

What a Stage it was to behold,

for it shown him how incapable the man he was,

And all he can was to drop and cry,

When others live on rather than die.

And what a fool he was!

What a man so not worthy,

Not worthy of knowing what love was,

Not worthy of anything beautiful.

For what is a man,

Who knows only his desires,

Who knows only his dreams,

but not know how to listen,

Listen to the loud cries that longed for him,

Or tend to the needy with what effort he could bring,

Or love another without lusting for sin,

What is a man... What is a man,

Who is not worthy of the star's shining gleam....