What dust lies still, encased in stone
inscribed with reverential word?
Men who rose to heights unknown,
whose voices are no longer heard.

Their marble image still remains.
In effigy, they lie at rest.
Yet once, warm blood flowed through their veins,
a heart beat strong within their breast.

But time diminishes their power,
as others strive to take their place
and then in that one shining hour,
reach the pinnacle of Grace.