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.
