I call from within
My empty chamber To no one there. I call for a fife But it doesn't come. And all of the lyres are hired To woo the world With song, Mirrored pools Reflecting all the things They most desired but lost Or hope to loose. And the world turns round And the young girls Are wooed By smooth guitars Into the arms of men Who disappoint them But not too much And they find a little joy Here and there They two, And it's enough to satisfy For season And an age, A generation, But not enough To stop the turning Round and round, Death and life An life and death Never ending misery Is the tune, And hope And beauty And solemn resignation And often gratitude for it all But the song won't stop Long enough to hear That there is something Deeper than it all, Something deep beneath the boards That frame the stage We all stand on. Good bye world. I bid you adieu. I'm down beneath Digging down To the thing We lost Before we ever knew What it was to cry There in our mother's arms, The thing we knew Before we knew, And now and then I stick my head out Through the door And call for a fife To play the tune Of something new But they're all hired out.
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