I seek the rush of new born morn
That I may taste thy eyes
As I would seek of no other
To hold thy flesh
To trace each sinewy muscle
Strengthened by thy own desire
For thoughts of thy own true need
To lead from the darkness
To be born upon the light you shine
To live another day
Dispelled from darkness of the kind
That would seek needs of their own flesh
To take of their own youth imposed
By acts of forged glory
To end by their own demise
