Renaissance

And I looked to the air

But the breeze was not cold

I sought for your hand

To hold unto me

I lay awakened

The dew on my brow

Come take my life

God, I'm dying

And the spirits of slumber

Lulled at my side

They tormented my world

And praised at my grave

I gave them a portion

In pursuance of my peace

But they took it and broke it

Where is my hope?

Elegent, undying

Ella mo fare rifare