LYRIC FOR SALE

By Anne Elder

From out of the ashes will always come life,
Dreams coming to being on the edge of a knife.
In the midst of ruin a flower will grow,
its seeds to be scattered by blackbird and crow.

I can't see the road but I know that it's there,
The corner's ahead in the fog here somewhere.
Once past all this darkness the future's more clear,
A whole new beginning is starting right here.

Weeds grow up through cracks and moss blankets the rooves,
Birds nest down in chimney pots pitted with grooves,
Cats wander the streets and dogs hunt in a pack,
The hedgerows we burnt down have fully grown back.

You can't destroy matter but just change its state,
A world once destroyed is reshaping its fate.
The tools are all waiting, let's take them to hand.
The canvas is blank, time to reform this land.

I can't see the road but I know that it's there,
The corner's ahead in the fog here somewhere.
Once past all this darkness the future's more clear,
A whole new beginning is starting right here.

You can't destroy matter but just change its state,
A world once destroyed is reshaping its fate.
The tools are all waiting, let's take them to hand.
The canvas is blank, time to reform this land.