To what depths have you sunk
where mirrored poison runs
how barren is your land
that no offspring will roam
did you build your castles in the sand
only to be washed away by sea and foam
and now your days have drawn near
a wreckage bought about by fear
steady is the hand cast free of doubt
not bound by age and gout
for weary have your eyes become
that beauty is seldom seen
and though wisdom has been won
your pastures are no longer green
so carry forth your burden
wear your shadow on your back
for nothing in this life is certain
only that to which we lack.