"Columns Of This Fragile City"
I was holding your hand so tightly
Over the long enduring ocean of years
As together we stubbornly Held Up
The Bones Of This Fragile City
We Are The Columns Of The Temple
We Are The Sun When It Rises
We Will lie in the Grass When It Sets
All Together, A Monarchy of Villagers
Our Feeble Village Holds us Penned In Tight
How Would You Like To Rule The World
Eight Princesses and Eight Princes We Seek
The King And Queen Are The Golden Ones
They Watch Over Our Village So Safely
No Government Dare To Enter Here
A Utopia For The Souls Who Wouldn't
 Give In.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.