What Is It?

What do I do?
When the stars don't shine,
And the Sun doesn't warm,
And I don't feel its divine?

What do I say?
When it seem unthinkable,
When I don't know how not to hurt,
And when I'm at a loss of words,
How do I say, I don't know?

What do I feel?
When it seem over,
Do I be happy,
Or do I grieve my soul?
Do I feel guilty,
That I hurt them all,
Or do I feel glad,
'Cause I'm all free now?