In a farland I stood there
Humming my own songs, playing by my own
Until someone came and whispered back my songs
Making them complete, articulate and sweet
I searched for this soul with this baritone voice
Only to find a man so handsome
He was God’s spirit everywhere, and was stronger than the ages
The angels of love floated about, singing the praise of the soul’s deed
We came close sheltering ourselves from humanity
As if hiding ourselves within ourselves,
Him fondling my face gently
And tears coursing down my cheeks
“We must now part my beloved
Love hasn't chosen me her delegate, and cupid doesn't favor me
But do stay awake in the silence of the night
Let the clean breeze carry your love and affection
I shall now separate and  go back to the farland
Hum my own songs, play by my own”.
So here I leave a life behind
Secret angels carry me his complaints
As the spirits in the air sense the breath of this dying youth.
Alone I walk again, far beyond this ocean
And the song in my heart slips into numbness
Buried in an unmarked grave.