Whilst you were sleeping
they never did quit,
beneath all the blinking
and locked behind lips

on the tip of their tongues
lain low in your mind,
their song was still sung
your hands were still tied.

So their teachings continued
lesson fourth unto fifth,
wisdom quietly imbued
to be certain it sticks

with a cross as a crutch
thus engraved in a prayer,
they then levitate up
and fade away in the air.