When all is withered and torn, And all has perished and fallen, These great wooden doors shall remain closed. . . When the heart is a grave filled with blood, And the soul is a cold and haunted shall of lost hope. When the voice of pride has been silenced, And dignity's fires are but cinders, . . .their grandeur shall remain untainted. It is this grandeur that protects the spirit within, From the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song. I wish to die with my will and spirit intact, The will that inspired me to write these words. Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors.