Gods I call to thee
Grant me life and strength
And if my strength should fail
Grant me force of will
Should my will be broke
Grant me light and hope
And if my hope recedes
Give me death and peace
On that autumn day
I met an old friend
With her hand in mine
We sat and talked a while
As the hour grew late
She spoke of a quiet place
Where the gods will hear your prayer
I will take you there