Worms did eat the apple of my eye I reach out for the dust to draw it nigh Nigh I listen for a daughter's earthly cry I only hear the wind around me sigh Sigh I walked down darkened corridor With raspy throated troubadour Who slowing, sinking, toward the floor Lay down and lies behind me evermore Evermore I've been looking for the angels in the snow I've only found the absence of a shadow