Covalescently Strong,
My Word is My Bond.
When Humanity is Wrong,
I Compose my Own Song;
For A Dirge For the Dead
Will Never be Unsaid.
And When All Has Been Foretold,
I Grow Unusually Bold,
& Those Who Grew With Me,
Will Be My Garden’s Tree;
The Tree That Stood Tall
When My Soul Was Weak & Small.