When all is withered and torn   And all has perished and fallen   These great wooden doors shall remain closed. . .      When the heart is a grave filled with blood   And the soul is a cold and haunted shall of lost hope   When the voice of pride has been silenced   And dignity's fires are but cinders   . . .their grandeur shall remain untainted      It is this grandeur that protects the spirit within   From the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song   I wish to die with my will and spirit intact   The will that inspired me to write these words   Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors