Lost to the pillars of stone,

Encompassed by rods of strength.

Those words I felt through your tears guide my steps.

The hope I saw in your somber eyes beckons me onward

 

I held your hand and saw the scars along your arms, 

From the thorns, from the claws which tried to ensnare you.

But, my friend, you wouldn't be held. 

 

I begin to see the truths

I saw reflected in your face. 

Reminiscent of your words are the choices I now make

 

I stumble and faint 

Oh fickle, faint-heart I am. 

Only lifted again by your strong arms

“Courage, dear heart" gentle words to my ringing ears.

 

Pillars I build

Known to build only because your hand wrote the blueprints

For more than my life your hand wrote songs

Life for my soul and song for my ear

 

Beauty I knew 

Not could be found

I am robed and fed without any labor

Your heart poured out 

 

What am I but a seed in the shadow