so much to say and we are out of
touch
with what belongs to our most secret
heart
nothing remains not even a small
crutch
to hold us up this is not on our part
the source of pain the reason for our
smart
what makes us grow will lead us from
the fire
take us to ease and much abate our
ire
all that we plan to do is outlive
shame
ignore the voices of the angry choir
and in our time ignite a living flame
what has been hidden in the deepest
hutch
becomes a matter for the painter's
art
it starts out little but it becomes
much
we may not recognise it at the start
but learn to know it before we depart
as something never easy to acquire
a teaching that must pass from child
to sire
that might reverse the meaning of the
game
this is the thing about which we
inquire
and in our time ignite a living flame
we make our manses pretty and as such
have many hidden words we must impart
before we let the visions leave our
clutch
so we cannot allow the light to dart
our of our hands into the open mart
nor can we let you tune upon your
lyre
the sounds that might with ease go
even higher
instead we hold you down and keep you
tame
insist that you do nothing but admire
and in our time ignite a living flame
prince you may think yourself a
proper flyer
controller of your own life and
desire
but there are forces here you dare
not name
that will take over when at last you
tire
and in our time ignite a living flame