Misconfigured underlying terror gives the drive
And tempts a mystical imagination
Setting frightful monsters free that live within the soul
So they may fade fast into integration.
That wretched soul and spirit, intermingled now, make one
But still they hesitate to be made known
And life goes on for countless, endless days and still they hide
Unrelenting to their flesh and bone.
Massive deeds of deprecation run relentlessly
The skeleton is feeble, showing scars
And though it seems the bones should give support to what’s inside
They only seem to act as feeble bars
Caging all the timid screams and fearful sighs for help
And in their weakness steadfast sill remain
Showing absolutely no compassion, life or love
Only showing anger, fear and pain.
There has to be some thing of beauty ready for salvation
Hiding deep within the caging marrow
Patiently awaiting its redemption from the flesh
But only in the final sighs of sorrow
Will the bones be broken from the strain of hiding self
Within its deepest portion from the light
And only then will freedom come to empty out the soul
And only then will life be set back right.
All things hidden will remain unless the lock is broken,
The bars all crushed and then rebuilt again
And tested by the fire of the suffering furnace flames
Keeping out the darkness from within
The body cannot hide or hold an everlasting light
And once it enters in it will shine on
It is not caged but willingly it ever will reside
Announcing to the world that it has won.
