We were desperate people,
in a desolate place,
yet she would serve as the light to preserve my face,
one day she shall stand atop of the steeple,
there shall come a day,
when I cease to walk this earth,
lesser have I had this thought,
since your birth,
pride mustn't corrupt you,
love mustn't disrupt you,
every spec of land beneath,
be a reminder of why you need breathe.