From tender years you took me for granted
But still I tend to wander through your life
And you were sleeping soudly in your bed
Your drapes were silver sings; your shutters fly
I drew the poison from the summer's day
And eased the fire out of your fevered skin
And moved in you and stood your soul to sail
And if you let me, I would move again
I've danced in sunlight strands of brother's hair
I've formed the final words before your death
I've pitied you and plied your souls within
Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath
And after all of this, I am amazed
That I am cursed far more than I am praised