personal and confidential if i choose not to hear the siren song nor heed the urgings of my heart if i fail to read between the lines or reading them cannot find solace there if i lack the will to laugh the faith to cry and if my bruised and battered heart no longer has the strength to break anew still your name stands your image too the fixed and starry pole round which my life winds its weary way from empty night to empty day Roma 2004