Wreck your warped wood.
I will cut every cracked corner.
Wrapping every worn wire.
Break down your sunken, un-sound structure.
Rip out your ragtag roof.
Float your long forgotten flatwork.
And build your bearing wall stronger than before.
Death to cowards, traitors, and empty words To those adorned with the touch of rose petals And the blessed gift of forgetfulness For these are your years and days to outshine Push on and soar higher This is your memory Your everything and the inbetween Push on and soar high