Looking in at the warmth and light,
I have found a place removed of fright,
As I watch the righteous dressed in white,
Breathing easy, hidden by night.
I find contentment in observing perfection,
Knowing I stand outside their correction.
Damp and musty wrapped in cold air,
I enjoy a perfect eternal place to stare,
Not standing alone on this downcast stone,
I am surrounded by my kind,
Ten thousand saints
That complete joy could not find.