The anguish, in its iniquity found but precious in heart
Like jewels taken from a rotted corpse
Like a pearl found in Atlantics Sea bound rusted titanic fate
Like the twin towers memory founded in debris of terrors hate
Like wilted flower arrived at winters bitter start
Like babies birth to mothers death
Like drowning from tsunamis wrath, taking thy last breath
Like the meander of Octobers breeze stealing from the trees
The anguish, in its in iniquity found but precious in heart
