Into the mausoleum of soul, so empty and dry,
The living dead in state, with no soul to cry,
You dance in with the brush of an angel’s wing,
Flood my crypt with light and song of life sing.

Does this man stir to the sound of vibrant tune?
Stretch to break out of death’s hallow cocoon?
Piercing cat’s eye looking deeply in my heart,
She bids me stand, a new life journey to start.

And has She changed this grave to sanctuary
By Her breath of life and dancing so freely?
Has God so beautiful blown open the door
To liberate my soul in the heavens to soar?

But why such boon for me in this life anew?
With kiss and caress, She whispers, ‘I love you.’