A destitute man finds reason
To fashion a new spirit
In every moment of defiance
Hope springs from the flower of courage
In every debacle I see promise
Every blow is but a brick
One more stone in a mighty edifice
For a world far far better
I know you don’t find it
But I see it tall and inviting
A more radiant smile I have
Yet to see from a woman
The tower all aglow with mystery
An impish charm surrounds it
Long languorous curls descend
In thin wisps they brush my face
Searing my skin one moment
And whipping a gentle breeze after
The dark eye holds me still
Commands me with delicate grace
My palpitating heart must in her coil
Tremble and abandon reason
My every living second must behold
Her beauty but from a distance
My past has proven me unworthy
The gilded halls are just a dream
