I saw all the stars fading away when the sun came up

Ever since some admitted that losing or burying the flesh of one's flesh
Was the most unbearable suffering one could endure: the worst kind of sad
Here comes the pain!
It’s not hard to convince oneself that our afflictions are the worst of all worlds

But no pain worth more than another

Facing the loss of a dear one is not systematically ‘the fault in our stars’
It is always easier to look for a scapegoat that one can find anywhere
Here comes the pain!
For the reason why we feel offended can come out from something we have rejected
I remember seeing the stars fading away when the sun came up
May the filth of your soul finally come to light
The fact of being in mourning does not make you right

For when the sun rises, the stars go out

And it is not by burning the forests
Or flooding the lands with your tears
That you will find consolation
It is not by force that one can ease the worst kind of pain
Just like in all your dreams, everything slips from your hands: Remember Gnowee!
Here comes the end! No one will help you to find your progeny
Remember Gnowee! You will only further conceal the light you seek
For when the sun rose… all the stars went out!