The warmth of the hearth is to illuminate my heart
The words that impregnate my spirit are to fill me with song
The cold stone of the temple is to remain my lar
Where no hiraeth could be conjured from afar
We struggle, We fast, and sometimes they don't save us
Some nights are just so cold as to penetrate all faith
I forgive you
Though no words congregate in my bones
I forgive you
My hollow breath falters at your name
What is the gift of strength and pax if not to be taken away
I struggled and starved for you
And one night took all this away
I look forward to the glow that will put even death aside
I'll wait forever