From tender years, you took me for granted But still I deigned to wander through your lungs While you were sleeping soundly in your bed Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters flung I drew the poison from the summer's sting And eased the fire out of your fevered skin I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing And if you'd let me, I would move again I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair Helped form the final words before your d**h I've pitied you and plied your sails with air Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath And after all of this, I am amazed That I am cursed far more than I am praised