I crawled on my hands and knees
My head bent at the foot of an altar
As I pleaded in earnest with the sage
To spare you in gold to a later age of oak

How hollow my wishes did seem to ring
As echoed back words they did sing
It covered my face with the rot of eschar
How did I get nowhere after going so far

I tore down curtains from all the walls,
So sunlight brings warmth to the home
At the heart of this temporal palace
Once broken with grief and cold with sorrow

In this place you can grow old and gray
Your memory cherished in beating hearts
I feel the profundity of the empty tomb
In the light from your virtue that abounds