Her ghost passed unnoticed br Craving tenuous form br br She gave up so quickly br As if she didn’t belong br br She now wanders the land br Looking for a host br br To connect spirit to soul br A body to behold br br Too often she had looked down br Upon the body that was hers br br Treating her sacred temple br Like a hotel, to use and go br br Even temples need upkeep br Stones, a mending hand br br Or wind and rain do wear down br Your temple into sand br br Shifting sands soon bury br Memories that do not sing br br A song of life, a song of love br To the spirit that lives in thee.