With longing eyes and out stretched hand grasping,
she looks up, hoping for the light.
Cries of fear, all echos resounding,
throughout the space, throughout the night.
Behold! Triumphant is those whose patience,
perseverance guides them to the end; viewing,
touching, tasting, using every sense,
saying no to all those who are doing.
Blessed are they who say to them, no,
thou shalt not tempt thy fate with such things
or ruin the lives of those. Hence forth, go.
Shout to the world, thy lovest brings.
While in happen circumstance things chance,
this one, this life, will be till the end of age.