"It's time! it's time," cry all in line
"To lift the leaden curtain!"
And all retract their final act
To tread on paths less certain.
To seek the truth we lost in youth,
A wise man's words unspoken.
Through all the strife we bear in life,
No heart is left unbroken.
A point to live, a gift to give,
We all hold latent value.
We may withhold our buried gold,
And so too maybe shall you.
But as we pull the chains that hold
The curtain to it's ceiling,
So too do we begin to see
Beyond the veil of feeling.