• Now my will is that of a piece of metal
    Between a hammer and an anvil
    Its hit and hit and bent array but yet it stands
    To take another until it’s worked into a beautiful
    Work of art not a life bringer but that of a life taker
    With each thrust it coats itself in a new beautiful red coat to
    Be shown by its maker and the beholder this piece of metal is
    That of love you bring it home to its sheath to be brought out
    Again to bring another to you sometimes it may fail other times
    It may not all you have to do is trust in your own will
    And your own thrust and if your piece of metal breaks recover
    And fashion one anew