You can’t mend this broken heart,
Not when the dance ended right from the start,

I won’t be fooled or played like fiddle,
When the strings are rigid, weak, and brittle,

Pulled to the limit, tension over tightened,
Never released with rhythm, stretched taunt by the freightened,

Yet energy remains, locked in the cage,
Cleansing begins, let’s light the sage,

Return to the simple basic needs,
Burn the weak, live the creed,

A roar slowly starts to rumble,
A firm rise, up from the tumble,

Strength, focused, purposeful truth,
Start again, continue the pursuit.