absence of irony

some miss the certainty of solid steel

and do not trust because they cannot care

since all the world dissolves to empty air

 

you blame this on the turning of the wheel

while thinking that life never is quite fair

some miss the certainties of solid steel

 

the choice is made to die or else to kneel

no one expects that you would ever dare

go past the limits of what we both share

some miss the certainty of solid steel

strut and fret

we are still guided by the words of will

far past the lights of that old stormy shore

our hearts still leap and our lips still adore

 

minds and hands turn as instruments of skill

bending in ways they had not done before

we are still guided by the words of will

 

the message is the same on each new hill

and each sign is the same on every door

the meaning has not changed with each new score

we are still guided by the words of will