From tender years you took me for grantedn(But still I deign to wander through your lungs)nWhile You were sleeping solemnly in your bedn(You're drapes were silver wings your shutter's flung)nnI Drew the poison from the summer stingn(And eased the fire out of your fevered skin)nI Moved in you and stirred your soul to singn(And if you let me I won't move again)nnI've danced with sun lit strands of lover's hairn(And Formed the final words before your death)nI pitied you and piled your sails with airn(gave blessing when you rose upon my breath)nnAnd after all of this, I am amazednThat I am cursed far more than I am praised