The Lady That Owns Tomorrow.

Who shalt stand ‘fore flame.
Who shalt play my game.

Sing me a lullaby.

Who shalt be my verse in song,
Who shalt right, my every wrong.

Of tone, bought -sweat,
Of silence, death,

In God, I trust.
I must

Of tune, in set,
Of indrawn breath,
In her, I trust.
I shall.

She shall laugh, in summer;
Behold, there is summer;
She laughs.

From the end –behold,
Beginning, There is truth;
She knows.

White, a colour- ceasing never,
Till doth from bone, soul sever.

A slice of heaven, revel together,
To bare my soul, now forever.

Take my hand,
Lead me on.
Shield me, I pray,

Take my hand,
Lead me on.
Shield me, I pray,

From night to morn.

I will wait, and live,
I will wait to live, what's mine to give
All i own, all I am,
All I will be.
All i can.

Lying in this empty hollow,
Lying, un-won,
Still lying in this empty hollow.

For the lady that owns tomorrow.