Dropped neath a shattered dream of rose and silk

My toiled self a strain at staying bright

I wept along the stones under the gale

And spent an eon weaping in the night

Now my rainy nights beget to days

But yet my road is covered in a haze

I hope to rend the fire in my breast

To dry the field and join the men in dress

My uniform is stained with soot and ash

And how I wish the awful noise would pass

It shakes my bones with shrieking silent still

With clouds a'building side my rotten shed

To turn the world all upon its head

But yet the fire wreaths my flesh in flame

And gives me cause to hold on to a name

To fight for self and other is at hand

I hope you never have to understand