Yesterday the waves I rode wistfully composed a sentimental ode Seizing the day was too much effort planning a pain my lazy soul did contort So I opened the door to the good old days a warm glowing past and comforting blaze Sat by the fire with the hearth now cold Lost I was but also found on burnt but fertile healing ground Sweet home came in the air, in a sound hard it softened in a smile, in a bound Meaning now, layer after layer steel my self, my present, my prayer And take, they will, my sweet trace drilling down, my spirit, my grace
