Let me tell you about this torch I carry - - It’s not much of a career, And it won’t make my fortune, I fear. But it stays alight and won’t be buried; It’s brighter year by year, And someday it will surely Disappear. When it does I’ll know I’ve laid to rest The ghost of your unhappiness That creeps around from room to room, A widow on a honeymoon, A shadow on a harvest moon. So put away this torch you carry, For it’s doing you no good, And surely you know by now, That you should; And come the day you die or marry, Will you be understood When you say that you wanted But never could Turn your back and lay to rest The ghost of your unhappiness That flits around from room to room, A widow on a honeymoon, A shadow on a harvest moon. I write these words to make them true, “I’ve drowned my torch and so should you”. I write these words to make them true, “I’ve drowned my torch and so should you”. I write these words to make them true, “I’ve drowned my torch and so should you”. J. Chaves Rosa [email protected]