Hope is just a flightless bird which from the forest floor
***** it’s wings in futile effort to leave the ground to soar
No amount of flitting or hopping from the earth
Can ****** those hopes into action or change the future’s course

Penguin, kiwi, nor steamer duck—none has ever been in flight
And no single hope is strong enough to change a human’s plight

My friends are all foes, my lover’s a liar
My body is burning, my flesh is on fire
My bones all are breaking, my spirit remains
What is the good of a heart when so engulfed by pain?

Cathedral bells pealing, they beckon me “come—”
But how can I go freely with what’s being done?

Days steal into evening, the gloom ever deeper
Would that the flames which consume me, awaken the Sleeper