Ice below and ice above - I知 caught between.
Should I smash upward or be drilling down?
Can I burst out and not lose hope? That痴 to be seen.
And so I work on while I wait in visa town.
The ice above me - hear it break and crack!
I知 sweating like a ploughman from the plough.
Like the ships in songs, oh I will come back!
I値l remember all - even the old poems now.
I知 under half a century - barely forty.
I am kept alive by God, and by you.
But I will sing when I stand before the Almighty;
And I値l have my songs to see me through.
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