A rusty old axe chisels away
It chances upon an unnoticed cave
From whence there flows a dullish glow
And then a voice slowly exclaims:
Let it shine free,
Let it shine through me
Let it find, let it find, let it find...
Away from all this comfort shall this mind be.
No more solace in stubborn ways
For in unknown places at last I may
Find long-lost delights of olden days;
May this old soul rejoice, and rise from its grave.
A rusty old axe chisels away
To uncover, remove, and then replace
That part of a heart that wouldn't give way
With a smoldering flame, a wrinkled rose that wouldn't decay,
A fickle thought that shall not say nay.
