II-X In a Basement With Bertha Mason

We’ve stumbled hard in this life’s dance,

You drowned me deep in credit’s trance,

And I wounded you with cautious stance.

A fresh beginning may be best,

I won’t await you or the rest.

I saw a phoenix rise, a mystic sight,

Its beauty grand, a pure delight,

Yet nothing changed with all its light.

North remains, a constant call,

This boy must find his way, after all.

The world bears witness to my wrong,

But comfort comes from faith’s strong song,

God sees what good you must prolong.