Hearts Are Young Again

Weary sounds the winter wind, keeping the eyes from slumber, Far from salvation, and lost to memory; For waiting by the melting ice, in water ghostly cold Are things instilled in the meaning of our lives Cast out the fragments of what’s within, cast it out. And cast out symbols of a moment, cast it out. Instill to all the wisdom of truth, when its meaning is ever gone, For I often stand with withered hands and pain in my tired bones Give to ones own intent those with concept and vision, Until we can touch the aged brow and calm the righteous soul, Come feel a breeze as spring is born and breathe in the sweet aroma While lilies grow where a water flows and hearts are young again