Of blooming thoughts and dreams,
Of hopes to live to see the 'morrow...

The roses of ambience buds thorns
Unto an ally it is given...

Caught in a web of traps
That binds the hapless bird...

I am folded up and ready to be
Lit by fire by the edge...

At midpoint he stands,
Aloof with joggling thoughts...

Aboard the ship o' life we sail
On a voyage to another end...

Fountain of hope is waning,
River of tears fills my heart...

Dancing in the rain of sorrows,
While basking under the shade of the fruitless...

Words are bleeding,
Kiss of the blarney is failing...

Ages speak and roll its time,
And never is her language known to us...

As we daily trudge on earth's surface;
Each phase fading, another arising...

Sing to me the morn' song,
Play to mine ears the tunes of praise...