Sing to me your words of wisdom.
O strife shall I become thy maker?
Undone by weakness in them,
Sweet glory, I will be thy taker.
Shed not thine tears oh youthful soul.
The days, she dares shine brighter.
Regain, so swift, the life they stole.
Fear not, I am the afternoon tiger.
Show me thine fire which burns so true.
Oh, young soul, have you no fear?
Guard thine heart until the sword runs through.
Seek me for aid, for I am always here.
Eternally these truths remain self-evident,
For I will always be the evening elephant.