Mounted the platform to decry their griefs, age upon age inflicted.
Soaring oratory, clipped grief, released flowing sorrows.
Sweeping how the moments passed, years amount to decades
Decades to centuries tumbled out, epochs rivers flow by
Strange how this was not enough for their griefs description
In times fullness, fullest times, Lord of the Hall interrupted
Have you answered yourself Dearest Ones, does your heart see what's undone?
Yes, we have and now we see and return to where we come from...