Inside our temple sits a temple
Serene and quiet, solid, stoic
Yet on occasion spirits stir
Propelled to acts grandly heroic
We can feel it pulse and ache
We strain, massage and wish it gone
All we want is peace and silence
Soon the turmoil has moved on
But do not doubt that anima
That sits inside this structure sound
Will once again be charged to aid
Should courage ever need be found
It matters not if strength lays dormant
For temple dwellers know their part
True warriors will bide their time
Kept close at hand its valiant heart…