Dear lord, I fell from thee.
I dare not look upon they gaze
For I had died onto this maize
A broken lance, and brother's glance
I fell free, without plea
No girth or tree, did I give free
Nor blade or grass that belongs to me.
Twenty acres of earth was mine from birth
To lay my curse where I did thirst
Into the ground of this dear mound
All wrapped and warm from dead men's scorn.
I lay my head onto this bed
Made for me where I was born.
I pay the price, that I may rise
Illicit dreams of those to be
Please take my hand, so I may see?
Sprinkle not thy voice of doom
For those who fail are often frail
No wind or rain or lover's pain
Can change the way what life has feigned
No clock or watch or boson's dock
Can raise a tide through death and rocks
No Hell or cell or parson's bell
Will lose the soul, that God has sealed.
Wind or sin or Devil's gin,
We all grow old like the clay we mould..
Except the soul, that is mine to hold.
Eternal be...... my love for thee