My Shadow Serves As The Friend I

No Foreign Sky Protected Me, No Stranger's Wing Shielded My Face. I Stand As Witness To The Common Lot Survivor Of That Time, That Place.

There Is A Sacred, Secret Line In Loving Which Attraction And Even Passion Cannot Cross.

Courage: Great Russian Word, Fit For The Songs Of Our Children's Children, Pure On Their Tongues, And Free.

A Loss, But Who Still Mourns The Breath Of One Woman, Or Laments One Wife? Though My Heart Never Can Forget, How, For One Look, She Gave Up Her Life.

Call Me A Sinner, Mock Me Maliciously: I Was Your Insomnia, I Was Your Grief.