Bastion For The Broken

My son, I have something for you
It is of no value, yet at the same time
It is the most priceless magic
To burst from our hands
And pass over our ears
To awaken our hearts
As evergreen chords
I have seen all its faces
And found quarter in each
My fingers have traced their columns
And felt their collapse
Only to be rebuilt as fortresses

My son, come close and behold
How music can vanquish the misery
Purchased by even the penniless
Encased in sonic strongholds
We can find depression detonation
Indeed, any dream takes shape
Through blessed sculpture
Or pristine invention
Will you find a home in these walls?
Or build palaces of your own?
Discover the voice
As you discover yourself