Things that she will think of are never ending

Poverty it will not reach

In spite of hollow words

Rebus - time expires

Solely bitter you'll seek comfort

Only she would think

I would sink

You would know

Bitter is all you are

Fall another note, another falls and I will quote:

"In this field we're just a path, nothing's gonna pass, no"

Things that she will think of are never ending

Poverty it will not reason

In spite I follow her

Bitter I aspire slowly

To better use discomfort only

Discard brakes now - stop!

Have I gone too far?

Oh no, no

Fall another note, another falls inadequate