Press your ear firmly against these waves,
and hear a miracle you fail to see on busy days.
This magnificent creation of man,
requires for opening neither hand!
'Tis automatic doors I speak of!
'Tis my Dearest Friend I speak of!
Thou art always polite as can be,
even when no one else does me see,
and give way, give way!
After a moment of quiet reflection,
gazing at your form that embodies perfection,
Through you I go, Through you I go!
Thus I leave behind this land of sorrow,
and enter a place where my heart no longer rings out hollow.
