The past speaks to the present often loudly and with rancour not content to be buried:
revive me reconstruct the foundations I've laid let them perish never
for there's a beginning in everything too well you know I've been used and abused spited upon and misinterpreted
wrong must be righted lest truth be crucified I await to be resurrected
I was the voice of conscience the repository of every man and woman's tears the refuge and sanctuary of their pain and fears the face and emblem of humanity over countless years
I stand in dignity still-- I won't step aside
I'll fight for my right oblivion I'll not accept lest in silence I waste away and in some forgotten corner weep and die.