In the cave of the heart, where the words would flow
I rarely cross the hard glassline.
Although I dwell in a cloud to glow,
I’ll claim the whole den as mine.
I rarely cross the hard glassline,
But sometimes the feeling’s so true.
I’ll claim the whole den as mine,
But the day I step out is one I’ll rue.
Sometimes the feeling is so true,
But I preserve the obsidian.
The day I step out is one I’ll rue,
So I stay in the glassline meridian
I’ll preserve the obsidian,
But when the time is right I’ll wield my arms.
I’ll stay in the glassline meridian,
But the outside world gives true charms.
When the time is right, I’ll wield my arms,
But the peace will always remain.
The outside world gives me true charms.
I compose my world of pain.
Copyright© 2018 Gerry Kramer.