The wall once worn now stands with pride,
It keeps your beauty at its side.
Though time may fade, though years may fall,
Your glow will linger over all.

The roses hush, the stars incline,
They yield their glow to what is thine.
Each silence grows, each shadow stays,
To mark the path your spirit lays.

The ivy bends, the dusk is still,
It waits to bend beneath your will.
No darkness reigns, no silence cold,
When beauty’s grace is here to hold.