And When, 'Where I Fall

If passion from dust is grace. and when, 'where I fall how deep warm the snow may it, by your hand bring you comfort help they whom now rest in the light of dawn as it covers me and if through be they deep we all cross mighty rivers turning too dance does each coming away from the bang turning back from the rift follow the burning each new sun may it guide me there back each bitter sweet tear there may they hide me open, without from the shadow of whom has doubt where it beats when you hold me and resting I wait, 'when you turn.