Do you fear the bumps deep in the night
When you sleep in my neighborhood?
Is the glow from the moon all but dimmed
From the window in my room where you stood?
Do you, on your pedestal, mighty and tall
Look down upon me and the rest
Who sheltered from the cold night air
And offered your first sweet caress?
Do you forget from whence you came
From whom your loins were born
Falter not and don’t look back
But what when comes the storm?
Remember when your back is turned
And your eyes will not meet mine
Remember that I remember much more
And won’t be burned a second time.