I saw the World's Glory
and I felt the World's Wealth
The beauty, a measure, external strength
The kings, the queens and the wise;
Philistines
A girl approached me in the street
She taught me open palms and feet
She begged
to be
Understood
She begged, for nothing more,
Than blood
She wrote the words
On her arm
As I read
Time flew by
We stood put
A hundred years
A hundred more
And for all of this,
I saw
The greatest joy
was in her palm
Together,
we were warm