A blade of grass As sharp as Sword Words so heavy Under their burden doth men fold And to look upon your face I feel the testement of grace So look to like If looking likes to move As gentlemen become knights of old And nights endlessly turn to days And we become strangers to our ways So feather of lead Mountain of air Why is my heart as heavy as thee No dont tell me For i could not bear to know Nor do i wish to ever see For never again shall my eyes rest Rest on beauty such as thee