Forth shall come the hour man is man no longer
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
But miss I will not the vanity said to make one stronger

His heart darkened by his frivolous desires
Those by which he seeks to be admired

Praise, fortune, perfection
Little does he know how great of a deception
Those things are
He prays attaining what he's so much worked for takes him far
But whilst being there is great and all, something else he lacks
He, himself has marred

The only fault of he who is perfect has is merely that

Here I speak to thine attentive ears since you insist on listening
Free thyself from such fate now
whilst your soul is gleam and glistening
You know it's here, hearing
So here I plead thyself not to
Succumb to these here evils
I so greatly
Don't fear fearing

Forth shall come the hour man is man no longer
I plea for you not to ponder
Steering from these evils shall make your heart
Grow stronger