The Manor rejoices in your delight
Watching from above,
I’ve been asking the dove.
How lovely is your laugh?


I might not be allowed to dance,
But a touch of your hand I’ll feel grand
Feasting with amity and cordiality,
I feel neither inferiority nor insecurity

I’m too shabby for your grace,
But you still gave me your embrace
At some point you’ll pass over
But your light will be with me forever