Pere La Chaise

Oh Pere La Chaise, your past lies quietly

      under the deep green shade from summer sun,

under the cold steel light of winter cloud,

      under the feet of those who pass over you.

And seasons pass over your silent world.

      And your peace to me an eternal gift.

As I ponder the lives of your citizens

      so rich in talent that give joy to me.

So fearless in pursuit of expression.

      So tormented for the quest of their schemes.

Oh Pere La Chaise your stone city crumbles

      as moss and earth work to claim your remains.

I will have what you give to me to enjoy.

      You give me courage to follow my dreams.