Take from me now
What does not belong
I have paid the price
And laboured sweetly
In memories of golden corn

See my whisperings
With ears of understanding
And know that this is
Something I will
Not be part of

So as to life
I expect you
To take it back from me
I have passed the line
in which
I will do the correct thing
And be humbled

Inside will be a moments pain
And in glory the light
Will shine through
Another day
Another year

Take from me
What I do not desire to own
Take from me
My own