Oh how grand you are,

And I feel so little.

My life feels like a glittering ball,

From you, 

Oh so tall.

And if I come down,

I will mourn.

For this is what my world is,

And you a beautiful bliss.

I envy you my friend,

For these sorrows never end.

But you are my peace,

And I know you aren't at ease.

Standing so tall.

And when this world will become too hard to bear.

In your lap I would befall.

Shushing all my sorrows.

Giving myself to the endless hollows.

When I come back,

Like minute trinkets it will shine again.

From you so above.

But then I will be the trinket playing the game.