'Come to me with your open heart,
I so well know the paths through our open sward.
Friends notice us with their repute;
Some of their names will be wiped from our yard.
Mourn not for them, their world is not ours.
Why weep for those who will not care for us?
For sweet is their words, but mind cold and hard
They no longer lead your world afar.
I know it is vain when we turn apart
To breathe kind words at their empty heart;
And I know that the joy of my life is marred
When we follow the words that cause us to part.
But before I rest amongst your arms,
Why shall they speak for you and for me?
I’m so wayworn, why would they retard
The peace I seek amongst your heart?
Why break me, for I’m ready to see
The haven of rest and innocent grace.
I fear not to enter that warmth in your love
For the world no longer stops me with its gloom.
I rest in the hope that one bright day
Sunshine will burst through this prison of mine,
And the brilliance of wonder and the voice of my soul
Will bring rest to the dead whose lives I stole.'
