All Hired Out

I call from within My empty chamberTo no one there.I call for a fifeBut it doesn't come.And all of the lyres are hiredTo woo the world With song,Mirrored pools Reflecting all the thingsThey most desired but lostOr hope to loose.And the world turns roundAnd the young girls Are wooedBy smooth guitarsInto the arms of menWho disappoint themBut not too muchAnd they find a little joyHere and thereThey two,And it's enough to satisfyFor seasonAnd an age, A generation,But not enough To stop the turningRound and round,Death and lifeAn life and deathNever ending miseryIs the tune,And hopeAnd beautyAnd solemn resignationAnd often gratitude for it allBut the song won't stop Long enough to hearThat there is something Deeper than it all,Something deep beneath the boardsThat frame the stageWe all stand on.Good bye world.I bid you adieu.I'm down beneathDigging down To the thing We lostBefore we ever knewWhat it was to cryThere in our mother's arms,The thing we knewBefore we knew,And now and thenI stick my head out Through the doorAnd call for a fife To play the tuneOf something newBut they're all hired out.