text: The choice was mine, and mine completely
  I could have any prize that I desired
  I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire
  Or else, or else I could choose time
  Remember I was very young then
  And a year was forever and a day
  So what use could fifty, sixty, seventy be?
  I saw the lights, and I was on my way
  And how I lived, how they shone
  But how soon the lights were gone
  The choice was yours and noone elses
  You can cry for a body in despair
  Hang your head because she is no longer there
  To shine, to dazzle, or betray
  How she lived, how she shone
  But how soon the lights were gone
  Eyes, hair, face, image
  All must be preserved
  Still life displayed forever
  No less than she deserved