Down to a grave that would never be seen,
To that dark silence with faith I put you,
And left you there, my one and only bean,
Where no sun, no wind, no sight and no hue.
Down to a pit where stillness and demise
Sing a lullaby of slumber to earth,
So that the abyssal exhausted eyes
Know no day, no night, no sadness, no mirth.
As iron in the blazing fire heat,
As caterpillars in their muted sleep,
The life giving sun you shall seek and meet
When you send your roots into the black deep.
Thus When my limbs grow limp, and my thoughts die,
As a bean with faith, shall I rest and lie.
