A song for faith, a tear for the cuckold 
Hearts and souls and feelings turning cold,
Like stray sick polar bears frozen by snow
We pray heat comes to cut our woe   
 
How delightful waiting for the sun’s kiss 
And the scented contentment of her bliss?   
 
I remember faith’s moments living her soul        
When a tiger turned her lamb into ghoul;
She swore to return to her tears and songs,
Hoping her angel wakes where she belongs.