For he'd forsaken all he had to give you  Greater than words can say  For he has given more than you needed  A death on the cross to pay    Decay alone with self pity  And you . . . not to blame  Thoughts of death become your pleasure  A sanctuary in your head    Long awaiting peace embalms you  To prepare you for your sleep  But behold the image alters  From what you saw it to be    Quiet does surround you sister  Isolated you will be  The smell of death is no longer pleasant  And darkness brings you fear  Your hope for escape it fades  Your sentence has been served    If only sister you had listened  To the sweet words he used to say  For he'd forsaken all he had  Greater than can be said