Irreversibility of Nitricity

I draw the final line with a pencil. I am a tear of nitric acid On my cheek That falls onto your feet. My face is adorned with wrinkles. Like a tree, Tired and old, I look back on the last years. They have made me strong. I am a tear of nitric acid On my cheek That falls onto your feet. I always draw my final lines with a pencil, I said. But how much weight does something have That was made To be erased? Like a tree, Tired and old, I look back on the last years. I have become strong without realizing it, And yet, I am tired of defying the wind. I cry a tear of nitric acid... it draws a final line across my cheek and falls on your feet.