Lead in the Middle
Find the One With Joy Hop down from your post Don't dismay If all it takes is sorrow We'll find another way Make up your tragic ending Before you start to cry Or write another sonnet From teardrops in the sky Give no one all your potion Give no one all your gaze For up upon the mountain Is the maker of the maze Walk once to the end Burst through the wall Over the shadows Into the hall Back after the prize If we shall ever grow Back under the tulips Along with the rose The ships that sink our fears The hollowed harvest now The mark upon our shoulders The furrow in our brow Make not another willow tree Before you count us gone For deep within our numbers The sadness has grown strong We search along our lines of wrath We dig up all our braids And all along each melody A notion hath been laid For on a muddy hill Much farther than we tread We know the One with Joy No longer are we dead Thus Saith the Farthe