And when thine tears from weighted fears

   Drowns out thine peaceful dreams

      And their melancholy melodies  

         Sing out from sorrowed streams

And when lover’s roses fade and die

   Leaving barren stalk and thorn

      And their twisting painful memory

         A heart-entwining crown of thorns

And when thine blooming garden of friends

   Turns a thistle patch of weeds

      And all gifts and tear soaked shoulders

         So easily forgotten, discarded as they leave

And when thine home, thy blessed shelter

   Bends before the coming storm

      Run through with piercing cold

         As razored rain cuts through thy form

And when the gilded road thee travel

   Becomes jagged stepping stones

      And thou with weighted cross

         No Samaritan, No Cyrenean, forced to walk alone

And when the silence of the ground

   Sings a siren's song of rest

      Dark and tempting whispers

         Claims he remembers your forgotten best

And when the hurt becomes too great

   And you have nothing left to give

      Remember. Have you forgotten me?

         Call out my name and live.