I will take the knife and cut the tether,
I will cup my hand and puff the flame.
The wind shall bear me to fairer weathers.

Deep wounds, forcing the brand and the sever;
Creating within—magmas in my brain!
I will take the knife and cut the tether.

Alone—it’s beyond and through the never—
With war, it’s just us practicing our aims.
The wind shall bear us to fairer weathers.

I see the bullets dart like dragon’s feathers.
I make love in springs full of acid blame.
I shall take the knife and cut the tether.

Old men making noise; old bowls of leather—
Words from parched lips seeking civil refrain.
The wind shall bear us to fairer weathers.

And so the war knits on years together;
Man’s grand plan of securing creed and claim—
I will take my knife and cut the tether—
The wind shall bear us to fairer weathers.