You felt safe and sound, behind your fort walls Sleeping on your altar and along came the arsonist With torches, swords and an armada of ignorant souls Throwing sticks and stones, Digging bottomless holes To keep you where they thought you should belong and I know that they could not all have been wrong, but I still stand by you...singing every word with pride As I have promised, never to rest, until the day I die. I shall protect your vessel of stones with verbs, adjectives and nouns until the day my lifeless body, rotten and cold, has been found For I owe to you this gesture of love for what you have endured However My darling, I...I fear that even a loving gesture may never ease the pain caused, by a soul so impure.