Oh Kailash, you’re my ol’ dream unlived,
A portrait on my façade, petrified yet vivid.
Hang in there ol’ friend until the light is out,
To dribble a tear on my casket amid the rout.

Oh Kailash, you’re my ol’ Testament unread,
A prayer on my chapped lips, unsaid yet loud.
Come ye saints when the words have gone,
To whisper a dirge to the soul door is shown.