Will knots the change, you and I,
Tossed and turned, the destined tide,
Hope by then, faith’s fearless eye,
Wrought to life what’s bound to die.

Father, Daughter; Mother, Son;
Write the wrong, supply the fund,
Settle down, or up and run,
A life prescribed, and just begun.

Diamond rock, my crystal ball,
First in flight to save the fall,
Float the feather, down the doll,
Consummate love to show them all.

And all the world’s a fragile stage,
Roles played out, a victim’s cage,
You and I, torn the page,
Broke in two, one, past time and age.