Whilst philosophers ponder on which fact is just,
Whilst drunkard’s seek to quench their cursed thirst,
Whilst priests praise God serenely,
I dream your endless presence next to me.
Whilst passion, ration’s place it takes,
Whilst rivers flow into the deep blue seas,
Whilst banished souls repent eternally,
I dream your endless presence next to me.
Whilst water grinds each sturdy stone,
Whilst vultures pick clean every bone,
Whilst angel’s harps sing graciously,
I dream you endless presence next to me