of another day
or all the things
that I thirst for,
I was a lump
of dung
and you
have turned
me into a
an inferno
of
mighty
unction
and a
geyser
of zeal
and you
have restored
all my bridges
burnt and
Broken
and give
me a smile
on the days
when I feel
like a
faucet
of
tears
and you
are the
cornucopia
of my
soul,
the captain
of my ship
of destiny
and
fate
and set
me free from
that wretched
tyrant
called
calamity
and those
cold hard
chains
of misery
and
guilt
and
opened the
old rusty
Iron
gate
to
a
world
of joy
and
Liberty
