I behold beyond what the shadows can hold.
Beyond the standards of a fired mold.
Deep into the trenches where love seldom goes.
I plant the pedals of a song that grows.
The keeper swells with bitter envys.
Dancing alone on treads of memories.
He begs the future to greet him kindly.
To be set loose from bondage timely.
Who can break the restraints of iron?
That prey on hearts like a leaping lion.
One who has mastered my song of living?
Or one who lives to keep from dying?