You've always been the greatest monument
that could guide me back to my door
when the stubborn, sullen, stormy skies
wish not to take me by the hand anymore.
But your sweet signs never seem to shine as bright
now that my lost soul is most in need of support,
and I haven't the faith to take shelter
in an institute where its guidance needs to be bought.
Won't you offer me your loving charity
with no thought for your own welfare?
Won't you take my hand and softly skip along the street,
proudly displaying your understated care?