As the seasons turn and spoil A crooked axis guides my way Down unsung paths that burn out The most hardened of drifters

Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves A stone in the eyes of humankind Forever at bay Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine

Can I shake free the detritus of these countless, vagrant years? Can I harness the wild flame that lays dormant deep within?

Still I wander endlessly Through houses turned to graves A stone in the eyes of humankind Forever at bay Held captive by untold wounds Of corporeal and psychic root Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish Where joy and sorrow entwine

A fire burns deep in the citadel of my weary heart A fire burns deep in the citadel of my weary heart

I will break free from captivity I will weather the storm I will shake free from detritus I will harness the wild flame