Defence

“Poetry is ever accompanied with pleasure: all spirits on which it falls, open themselves to receive the wisdom which is mingled with its delight. […] Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration, the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present, the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire: the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the World.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822). 
 
Bask in the rays of the nearest star 
Stretch like a vine farther than you are 
Time has stopped to open up this 
Door 

Push on through to the summit peak 
Follow the water to the higher stream 
Not another soul at all that we can 
See 

We carry on  
You’ll carry on  
Like the waves from the 
Shore to the sea 

Carry on, 
Carry on, 
Like the  
bird that is  
borne on the breeze 

Cut like a stone from an ancient well 
Turn in the light in the blaze of hell 
Time bleeds black to open up this 
Door 

Push on through  
to the summit peak 
Follow the water  
to the higher stream 
Not another soul  
at all  
that we can see 

We carry on  
You’ll carry on  
Like the waves from the 
Shore to the sea 

Carry on, 
Carry on, 
Like the  
bird that is  
borne on the breeze