You are beauty blessed and broken,nAnd I offer this simple token.nPeasant poor; my wordsnSoft spoken prayer.nWill you stay close to me?nnWill you stay close to me?nWhen mother calls and father flees,nMy words are merely tiny things,nOh would you hold them close to thee?nnOr will you crush these bones to powder?nThen swallow in some future hour.nSo I am skin and holy gases,nSoul and sin and succored sadness.nEven if this moment passes,nI could not breathe in your absence.nFool's prayer, as such, I ask this, nShift my focus through such vastness.nnOh will you stay close to me?nWill you lie close to me?nWill you walk close to me?n