The demon's hands that are my ribs
Have loosened their grip
And allowed the drum in my heart
To again play its part

The bottomless wells that are my eyes
That once ran dry
Have sprung forth again
But not of pain

The raging maelstrom that was in my mind
That churned with whipping wind
Has quieted and tamed
I can see clearly once again

The decaying ruins that were my bones
Have been renewed as stronger stone
And has brought new spirit
Of which there is no limit