I beg thee brush the soil from about my face,
where ones whom reject my being has placed..

Take my hand and pull me above hallowed ground,
unwrap my soul which by cruelty, t’was bound…

Caress me as I need caressing, with a warm gentle sway,
assure me my worries which plague me shall fade…

Gently might you blow the girl a soft kiss,
for this gesture, loving and warm, she does miss….