Around around, these stairways down the void
This relic hid, it must not be destroyed
I keep the candles lit to guide the way
They follow straight behind in silent pray
It is my one and only task, my role
It is the purpose of my very soul
I sweep these beaten steps in every side
Await arrival of new ones to guide
Whoever they may be, I welcome all
And do my best to keep them standing tall
When finding hard to keep a steady pace
They trust the healing powers of this place
When languish weighs enough to shed a tear
Their spirit-selves depart and spawn in here
This realm provides the means to cure their ills
Without the need of dulling pain with pills
Proceeding slowly on this soothing trip
In state of trance, descending further deep
Forgetting lies, betrayals, plots and schemes
Embracing peace of mind in midst of dreams
Keeper of the Mourners Haven by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
