If I could, I'd oil my ancient fingers
And watch the rusty gears begin to turn.
Praying that your blue-eyed gaze still lingers,
I would cause the heart of the earth to churn.
I'd shatter the ice of bleak detachment
And extinguish the flames of hatred.
When I'd die, they'd grace me with a hatchment,
For the earth is, once again, sacred.
But first, I would stare into the mirror
And drop to my knees as I slit my chest.
Cleansing my heart, I'd see a bit clearer
So I could fight ceaselessly without rest.
If I could, I'd change the world in one stride.
But I pray that you're right there by my side.