In the valley there is a Cave
To which few people get to have
More than a moment to visit.
Yet when in my youth I viewed it
I came to find the love of life.
It’s the sanctuary from strife,
The protector against the cold,
For all people, from young to old.
When I heard that the Cave collapsed,
All the memories that had lapsed
Came to the forefront of my head,
To mourn that a great man were dead.