Shadow man; write rhymes in the dark,
 
 Away from the crowds in the bar.
 
 I listen to the beat from afar
 
 Travel through the night till it hits and ignites with
 
 a spark.
 
 The words come pouring and a new cycle starts,
 
 Born a new story, born a new star.
 
 Born a new path to be walked with the heart.
 
 Born a new path to be walked with the heart.
 
  
  Go through life standing firm
 
 Those who think they right dealing strife never
 
 learn.
 
 Everything we write is devised to be burned.
 
 I test my will and might throwing words to the urn.
 
 Words turn to ash, ash turn to dust.
 
 Everything we learn we'll unlearn as a must,
 
 Before the final turn in the wheel must be thrust,
 
 The dust must blow.
  
 
 Thus we'll begin again, to sin again
 
 To mistrust what we'll win again
 
 Until a gust of wing brings the scent of our stink
 
 again;
 
 let us know
 
 Everything she gives we have taken,
 
 We should listen to the will of the maker
 
 Remember we were born...
  
 
 From the center all things come and become.
 
 When they come undone.
 
 They'll return to the one.
 
 Recur to the sum.
 
 From which none will be shun.
 
 Thy will be done, crawl, walk or run
 
 cry overcome, Pray to be stunned
 
 Pry the become,
 
 find in all sound the surround mighty hum
  
 
 Go through life standing firm.
 
 Everything we write is alright to be burned.
 
 Before the last fight we'll ignite the last urn;
 
 Set the last fire in the night to burn bright 
 
 In the pyre that will light the new turn.
 
 Let the smoke rise to the sky as we churn,
 
 Let us leave what we have to be burned.
 
 Let us turn around head bound to the profound.
 
 Let us come around finally bow to the ground.
 
 Hear the sound of our peace come down,
 
 hear the chaos cease, 
 
 With due defeat hear the chaos leave (us)
 
 to the heat of a new sunny day.
 
 Again we'll be children
 
 who will run and will play with no worries.
 
 We will gleam clean and we will flourish.
 
 We will stream a new stream
 
 with new courage to the sea
 
 of the new found dream we will nourish. 
  
 
 From the center all things come and become
 
 When they come undone
 
 They'll return to the one
 
 Recur to the sum
 
 From which none will be shun
 
 Thy will be done, crawl, walk or run
 
 Cry overcome, Pray to be stunned
 
 Pry the become,
 
 find in all sound the surround mighty hum.
  
 
 If the blessed weren't the manifested...