When home you come to visit us

Quick and quiet; there is no fuss

In our ears you whisper these:

Foul and fair will fly in threes  

Not twos or fives or nines or eights

But in a couple plus one; that is their fate

Fair and foul make up the two

The third, however, is left up to you

Now this is something long past due

In how you answer; in what is true

Full of sorrow or full of hate

Full of wonder or full of fete

You leave as quickly, with so much ease

Crying now, we sink to our knees

With so much knowledge, it is thus;

It is through our hearts that these words cut

The words bind us to the great pyre

And burn our skin just like Hellfire 

We wither we scream we yell we cry;

Please don’t leave us here to die

But when only the ashes are left

Our souls are up and carried West

Up here it all seems so very clear

We hear we cheer we are so near

Our hearts are shining, dancing spheres 

The brightest stars in the sky this year

Our souls now know what is the best

It is because of this we are so blessed

No longer will we the truth deny

We have the answers, we know why

As the angels bring us up higher and higher

We sing amongst the Heavenly choir