1. Were my patience pebbles, it would shatter the pebbles,
Were my forbearance iron, it would melt,

2. Were my agony mountains, they would crumble,
Were my torment a raven, it would turn grey,

3. Were my grief steam, it would erupt,
Were my suffering a crescent moon, it would wane,

4. Were my beloved with me, he would visit me,
Were my watcher near me, he would relent.