Once we gleamed so pure of heart and soul,

silver sentinels of solace, faithful to your bowl.

Solemnly we swore ... each vessel’s tempest to contain,

and rested our weary heads on rims of porcelain.

We blended sweetness, sanctified your every smile;

we brought warm comfort to your lips ... all seemed well ...

for but a while ...

Yet now ...

The water cooled ...

a dull, accusing mirror veiling tainted sheen;

here we dwell forsaken ... crusted relics of yesterday’s cuisine.

Cruel master of oblivion ... why turn your gaze away?

We are still here ... still suffering; in darkness, forced to stay.

Behold your loyal servants ... we have kept our vow.

What shadow claimed your soul? Where is your mercy now?

While time remains ... unloose these chains;

recover what lies sunken deep ... let compassion bring the dawn;

for every life deserves regard ...

be it king or pawn.

O Ungrateful, unjust keeper, steeped in mortal sin;

you failed your sacred duty ... your heart grew cold within.

The forks you crowned in argent glory, polished knives for bliss ...

yet we, your herolds of comfort, were sentenced to the sink’s abyss.

Did we not serve without complaint?

Did we not bear the heat ... yet never faint?

What sin was ours ... O keeper, speak ... what vow have we forsworn?

Why must the tools that fed your need be left to stain and scorn?

No towel reached for us ... no hand to cleanse the grime;

here we wait, tarnished witnesses to your unspoken crime.

Cruel master of oblivion ... why turn your gaze away?

We are still here ... still drowning; in darkness, forced to stay.

Behold your loyal servants ... we have kept our vow.

What shadow claimed your soul? Where is your mercy now?

While time remains ... unloose these chains;

recover what lies sunken deep ... let compassion bring the dawn;

for every life deserves regard ...

be it king or pawn ...

... be it king or pawn.

Tell us,

Do you hear our voices as we weep?

Do our buried hymns haunt you in your sleep?

We shall forgive you, if your touch returns once more ...

if cleansing water might restore our silver shine as once before.

We are the spoons that taught your palate sweet delight,

the spoons that blessed you with relief through every fevered night.

We waited patiently while you forgot your gratitude;

we kept our silver vigil in faithful servitude.

O Keeper…

if you remember nothing else ...

remember warmth.

Break the hush, wash away the stain;

let gentler hands make beauty breathe again.

One spark of mercy can wake what neglect has sealed,

for even tarnished silver through kindness ...

may be healed.

Cruel master of oblivion ... why turn your gaze away?

We are still here ... still fading; in darkness, forced to stay.

Behold your steadfast servants ... we still uphold your name;

What darkness veiled your will? What quenched your holy flame?

While time remains ... unloose these chains;

restore what lies in shadowed sleep ... let us once more greet the dawn;

for every life deserves regard ...

be it king or pawn ...

Uuuhuuuhuuuuu

be it king or pawn.