Whatever trails your feet traverse these days,
I'd kiss the ground as if it was our home;
Whatever air you breath and then expel,
I'd draw it in as if it were my own.
Whatever wondrous sky you contemplate,
I'd paint it with the clear air of lost time;
Whatever verses lull you into rest,
I'd turn to lyrics angels only mime.
Whatever thoughts arise and cause you pain,
I'd quell as if your peace was my sole aim;
Whatever nightmares haunt your humble grave,
I'd fight those devils and protect your name.
Though I could not spare you this world's defeat,
I pray you will trust me when next we meet.