It was not so long ago
Many directions were open to me
And I found and chose a route
Getting out of all the temptation games but
Inside the ribcage a burning need is
Now overflowing more and more each day
Emitting a driving desire and bursting
Testy need that will not leave but instead
He’s the growing sound of a thousand bells
Equipped with the perfect note
Found within the syllables of your name
Unique as the sound of a wooden wind chime
Turning your face to the warmth of the
Universe
Ready for whatever a mighty twenty four hours
Evokes for us