Let us touch you, As you pass by... Let us caress the curls Like leaves upon your crown. Though our touch lends not The strength you need, Still we would touch, And in touching, Bless.
Once we were young... Once strong... Once life flowed riotously in our veins. Once... Not so long ago. Can it end so soon? Now we fade... We wither... As do all living things In this Age. Longing to last, yet Ever lessening.
A task is laid upon you, Harsh enough To grind you into dust... How will you fare? Will you save us... Or fall into despair?
So hard the task... So hard... Yet so pure the heart That we will dare to hope. Though even in the winning We still will fade, We hope for ourselves, For the world, And for you.
So let us touch, As you pass by... Let us caress... Let us bless.