My Dying Bride

The Crown of Sympathy
                                  (12.13)

  See the light  and feel my  warm desire, run  through your veins  like the
evening sun.  It will  live but  no eyes  will see  it. I"ll bless your name
before I die. No person in everything can shine, yet shine you did, for  the
world to see.  All a man  hath will he  give for life?  For life that"s lost
bleeds all over  me. I"d fallen  before but it  never hurt like  this. Don"t
leave  me  here  to  crawl  through  the  mire. I"m without fault before the
throne of God. Take from me the crown of sympathy. What do you think  you"ll
see? Whet do you think  there will be? Sit down!  Did you see the sun?  What
will we become? Great once? The mouths that dare not speak his name,  behold
them, raised, complete and fine. The  battle for our lives is oh,  so brief.
Take my hand and please walk with me.  When I was young the sun did burn  my
face. I let its love and warmth wash over me. The melting voice of many,  in
the  hush  of  night.  Whispering  tongues  can poison my honest truth. Come
dress me with  your body, and  comfort me. I  dreamt of a  dead child in  my
sleep. I wear a terrible mark in  my head. My clean, white bed. It  calls to
me. I must  lie down. And  I want you  to lay with  me, in sympathy.  No sad
"adieus"  on  a  balcony.  For  one  last  time,  just  walk with me. At the
beautiful gate  of the  temple, we  must be  saved. For  deadened, icy pain,
covers all the earth.