I wonder what she thinks
When she�s alone and pure.
So many mazes; so many links�
The circle of life�s majestic tour.

Being alone with her tonight
Fills my heart to the brim.
Though there�s little warmth or light,
Us together make this dream.

How we�ve corrupted her
And sent her into despair.
We find our lives a sketchy blur
And within our eyes a bitter stare.

She loves us still
Despite all our pain�
From God�s fountain hill
To the sky�s rocky rain.