Before the Fall
My soul is on fire, but my heart will not burn;
Hard as a rock, it is frigid as ice
That will not crack though events start to turn,
And people with wisdom hand me advice.
As pearls before swine, I had cast it aside,
For in my young pride it would not suffice.
But now as I look at the place where I died,
I regret my faith in the roll of the dice.