Though I know I must love it/ For my calling in life was there within it/
My calling? You may ask/ A very fine young woman with a very sad past/
A girl that I knew was my Goddess/ A girl that was ever so modest/
I loved her smile, her laugh, her gaze, and stare/ Her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her hair/
Though we both moved/ And I lost her soothe/
I’ll always remember the place we first did together stand/ In a little town on the border of two lands.