I will meet with you
Come down from the mountains
My words become those most familiar in your mouth
You were worshipping gods in the valley
Gods that have no home
My name nearly forgotten
My words not written in stone
Concrete in their absence
Absent of light, hope, pain
We move in our own way
Bear my cross as the wood it is
Not the worries or weight of the world
Meant for another's shoulders
Feel the joy of the world
None of her aching
A delicate life is not cheaper
Lashes on my back speak
To a crown of thorns
I am no deity
No matter what I eat, drink
How wise I speak
Ichor does not flow through me
Humanity is liquid, thoughts fluid
Hopes dry, day by day
Each day is new, I water them the same
May they bloom as never before
Beautiful things are for you
Whether I bear them or not
The stars will lay themselves at your feet one day
In the holiest part of your temple
Walls adorned with things that have passed
Paint that is fresh
Things that will one day be known
I see them coming
I prayed them for you
On the rooftop of this temple
Call the stars down
When you know them by name
Call me to you
A voice echoing of marble
I will come
Just as I am
As you are