A bleak and broken star,
Is in myself to feel.
With a world now to catch,
Or fiercely here to burn.
For in myself I feel,
The iron sound to clang.
Is my heart uncertain,
Or is my care foregone?
The wrestling heart of fear,
Is to ask us how to grasp?
A golden leaf of stars,
In the frightened sky unknown.
With passions here to play,
In the eyes above that gleam.
As terror here to come,
In the broken road to home.