All their lives they wonder, aching
Searching for the maker of their soul
All their lives they falter, longing
Sweet Heaven's angel came fill her whole
All their lines they whimper, screaming
Chickens scratching for vain repose
All their lives they ponder, lying
Trodden corpes in kingdom's clothes
All their lives their empty, reaching
Fumbling over braille with fingers closed
All their lives they're weightless, waiting
Purest marble has veins of stone
All their lives they stumble, trembling
Brave freedom is fear in a golden robe
Cathedral cordial, grand and bold
Like a casket--empty, old
All their lives they wonder, aching
Wander, dying from the aching cold

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